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Hiccup Haddock was something of a nomad. He and his faithful Nightfury, Toothless, explored the archipelago that surrounded Berk and cataloged all the dragons that lived there. Now at 19, he was off to the Great Beyond, excited to discover new islands and new dragons, and maybe even new people! 

It was a lonely experience. He didn’t have many friends. Just Fishlegs and a few reformed bullies back on Berk. 

But he did his travels alone. Well, he was never alone with Toothless, but with no human companions. 

It was usually just fine, but there were times when the silence got to him, when Hiccup didn’t have anyone to speak back to him. Toothless was a great listener, but wasn’t so good at the ‘responding’ part. 

And he tended to be judgemental. 

“What do you think, bud? Keep going or turn? We haven’t seen any land for a while. I’d hate to not have a place to land when you’re tired.” 

Toothless yipped, but made no effort to turn. 

Hiccup yawned. “I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been flying. Has it been a full day? It’s hard to tell in this fog.” 

The beating of wings surrounded them, and he fell silent. 

The creatures appeared from the haze, a pair of women with dragon-like wings on their backs. They were decked out in silver armor and masked. They flew up to either side of Hiccup and Toothless. 

“Whoa…” he breathed. 

“You there, man! You are approaching Wing Maiden island! State your business or leave!” 

“Uh…my name is Hiccup? This is Toothless.” He patted his dragon’s head. “We’re explorers, out to document and study dragons. Right now, we’re just looking for a place to camp for the night.” 

The other woman spoke. “This Nightfury carries you of its own accord?” 

“Oh yeah! He’s my best friend. We go everywhere together, don’t we, bud?” 

Toothless warbled up at him, his tongue lulling out. 

“If what you say is true, you may receive refuge by our chieftess. I will go ahead and announce you.” The woman left, zooming away at a speed Hiccup hadn’t expected. He thought he might keep up with her, but decided to hang back with this other woman. 

“So,” he began, amicably, “I thought Valkyries had feathered wings.” 

“We aren’t Valkyries, we’re Wing Maidens.” 

“What’s a—?” His question was answered as a little dragon head emerged from between the wings on the woman’s back. 

“Oh! A Razorwhip! How fascinating!” 

“You’re familiar?”

“Just a little. I met one once before.” 

“Then if all goes well, you’re surely in for a treat.” 

Through the fog, Hiccup could see the shape of an island appearing. It reminded him a little of Berk, as it was made of sea stacks and rich forests. There was a large waterfall to the east. 

“Wing Maiden island,” the woman said. 

“It’s beautiful!” 

“Come, be judged by your merit, and we will show you everything you wish to see.” 

Hiccup nodded in understanding. It sounded like this tribe was extremely protective of their dragons. He could understand, of course. 

They landed on a raised platform, as it appeared most of the village was built up in the trees. If everyone had a Razorwhip to aid them, why not? 

As they landed, more Wing Maidens appeared and immediately went to Toothless. They started unbuckling his tackle. 

Toothless, not prepared for it, and much liking his riding gear, started to squirm and shuffle away from them. 

“Hey hey,” Hiccup soothed. “It’s okay, bud. They just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

Or that I can’t escape. He thought, wryly. 

Once Toothless was naked, by human standards, they were escorted down a bridge to a wooden building with a tall pointed roof. 

“The chieftess will see you now. She was eager to meet you.” 

“Oh, that’s uh…that’s good, right?” He smiled awkwardly. He moved the curtain door aside and stepped into the room, which was a throne room. 

Several Wing Maidens stood at attention. A large wooden throne with carved wooden wings sat before him, and upon it was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. 

He’d met many women in his travels. Some were prettier than others, but none like this. She was tall, even as she was seated. She was curvy and meaty, with thick, toned muscles in her arms and legs. She wore a thin white dress made of lengths of cloth tied at her waist with a gold rope. The dress did nothing to conceal her bountiful breasts and thick thighs. He could even see the peak of her nipples. 

She had golden blonde hair done into a long intricate braid, and eyes that were icy and piercing. 

Hiccup felt weak in the knees. 

“Greetings, Viking.” 

“Hi,” he squeaked. 

She beckoned him forward with a crooked finger. 

He stumbled towards her, punctuated by giggles from the assembled. 

“I am Astrid, chieftess of the Wing Maidens. Congratulations, you’re the first man to step foot in this hall in decades.” 

“Oh!” It finally clicked then why he hadn’t seen any other men. “It’s an honor!” 

“It is,” she confirmed. “Most men that arrive on our island are warned to leave, or suffer the consequences of their obstinance.” 

Hiccup gulped. 

“But my watch says you come as a friend of dragons. You come to learn and study, and you travel with a Nightfury.” 

“That’s right!” He held up a hand and Toothless took that as permission to nuzzle under Hiccup’s arm, affectionately. “This is Toothless. He’s my best friend. We’ve been traveling the lands to learn all we can about dragons.” From his satchel, he produced the Book of Dragons and handed it to her. “This Book was started by my people, back when we were at war with the dragons.” 

Astrid frowned as she looked through the book, no doubt seeing the phrase ‘extremely dangerous, kill on sight’ on each page, even though it had been crossed out. 

Hiccup then laid it all out for her. How he’d desired to prove himself as a worthy dragon slayer to the tribe and how he’d shot down Toothless. He described the change of heart he’d had and how he repaired Toothless’ tailfin. He regaled her of how he took his lessons to the arena and put them to the test, excelling him to the top of his class. He told of how he and Toothless found the Queen dragon responsible for the enthralled dragon raids on the island, and how he defeated her and lost his leg. 

All the while, she listened silently, judging his words. 

“Berk has come to see dragons as I do, not as the monsters our ancestors fought, but as victims of a tyrant, and just as kind as any human. We’ve trained them, and we ride them. They protect us, and we love and care for them. We’re still learning, but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” 

As he finished, she closed his book and returned it to him. “Quite the tale. If all you say is true, then you have done a great deed for not only the dragons, but your people as well. They must be very proud to have a man like you in their midst.” 

He rubbed the back of his head. “Well…sometimes. I’m still kind of…well, the odd one out. Great deeds don’t completely erase the goof-ups of the past. That’s why I’m traveling, to get out of their hair for a bit.” 

“Grudges are not exclusive to men, but they tend to hold it longer than dragons.” 

“That’s for sure.” 

She smiled at him. “You still haven’t told me your name.” 

“Oh gods! I’m so sorry! My name is Hiccup Haddock. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Hiccup? What a cute name! The pleasure is mutual, I’m sure.” She smirked. She stood from her throne. Here, he could gauge that she was easily a foot taller than him. 

His knees wobbled again. 

“I have found favor upon you. I will think about an arrangement for your stay. For now, come, eat with me.” 

Hiccup wasn’t expecting her to take his hand, but found it a lovely sensation and clasped her back. 

Toothless gave him a look. 

Hiccup stuck his tongue out at him. 

Astrid led the two out of the throne room and over another bridge to a larger building. Here, tables were arranged in a ‘U’ shape and laden with all manner of delicacies. 

Two Wing Maidens dumped a large basket of fish into a silver basin on the floor. 

Toothless wriggled in excitement. 

“Please,” Astrid gestured to the fish. “Help yourself, Toothless.” 

Too eager to wait for Hiccup’s response, Toothless bounded from his side and dove into the meal. 

Hiccup chuckled. “Well, your people certainly know how to win over a dragon’s heart.” 

“We’ve been doing it for centuries,” she smirked at him. Then she pulled him over to the table and gestured to the seat beside her. “Here, sit with me. I wish to know more about you, Hiccup Haddock.” 

He awkwardly sat down. “Really? About me, or my dragon studies?” 

“Your dragon studies will come in time. Tonight, I’d like to know about you. If you are to stay here, I’d like to know what kind of person you are.” 

He nodded. “I…suppose that’s fair. No one ever asks me about, well, me. They usually ask about Toothless or my leg. This is new. Uh…what do you want to know?” 

“Everything, naturally. We’ll start with your home. Tell me more about this ‘Berk’ you hail from. What is your family like?” 

“Berk is a really small village to the North, somewhere between Hopeless and Freezing to Death. You know, I used to think it was big, until I got out in the world and realized how big everything else was. We have sheep, and chickens, and yaks. I guess I already told you about the war we were in. I guess Berk is still trying to find its footing since then. With no more fighting, everyone has time to explore new things. A lot of that is dragon training, but not all of it. My father has been leading the charge. He’s been the most vocal about change. The dragons…one raid, when I was a baby, they took my mother.” 

“That’s tragic.” 

He nodded in agreement. “My father hated the dragons for a long time, because of that.” 

“It’s understandable, if he hadn’t known any better.” 

“But now that we’re at peace, I think change has been healing for him.” 

“That’s lovely. Dragons are so capable of love, I hope he finds the closure he needs. He’s influential enough in your tribe that your people listen?” 

“Oh…uh, yep. He’s actually the chief.” 

Her eyebrows raised. “The chief? So you’re the heir?” 

“Yeah, uh…I probably should have led with that.” 

She giggled. Giggled. “You’re pretty funny, Mr. Haddock. I like that.” 

He gave a twitch of a smile. “Well, that’s good. You seem to be uh…capable of shutting me up if you wanted.” 

“Plenty of time for that later,” she smirked as she passed him a plate. 

“Huh?” 

“Oh Atali!” Astrid called to one of her ladies. “Fix our guest a goblet of our special brew, will you?” 

“Of course, my lady.” Atali nodded. 

Astrid passed him a basket of bread. “We make and grow everything you see here. Including our very own mead. It’s delicious, I’m sure you’ll love it!” 

“Well, who am I to say no?” He chuckled. 

“Now, what else can you tell me about yourself? Do you have any other trades besides your dragon studies?” 

“Well, before I left home, I was apprenticing under the blacksmith.” 

“Oh you’re a smith? That’s wonderful! Well, you said ‘apprentice’ so how handy are you?” 

“I made my leg, and Toothless’ tail, so rather handy, I’d say.” 

Hiccup found it increasingly easy to talk to Astrid. For a being so intimidating, she came off as sweet and kind. Even as she gave out commands to the other Wing Maidens, they were delivered as favors, rather than demands. 

She showed an interest in everything about him. His hobbies, his interests, she even laughed at his dumb jokes. 

And she kept touching him. Touching his arm or hand or even playing with his hair. 

Normally, he’d feel like his space was being invaded, but he was honestly loving the attention from this giant beauty. 

“If I may,” he began, taking a sip from the goblet. It was good mead, if not a little strong. “Can I ask about you and your people? I understand that you’re quite protective and secretive…but what’s with the whole ‘no men’ thing?”

“Ah yes, a natural question. Our creed is to raise Razorwhips, as you’ve no doubt seen. The male Razorwhips are very aggressive and jealous, and will hurt the babies if they stay with their mothers. We step in and protect the babies until they are old enough to defend themselves. This has traditionally been a maternal role, so we do not allow men on the island. With exceptions, of course.”

“...like me?” He asked hopefully. 

“Perhaps. If you agree to my terms.” 

“Which are?”

“Later. Perhaps in the morning. For now, you have my permission to stay the night. We will arrange the guest quarters.” 

He sighed in relief. Just one night in a bed and warm food in his belly will keep him for a week. Even if he couldn’t agree to their terms, he’d at least get some rest.

“So, what are the other exceptions? You’re all normal humans, right? If there’s no men, how has the tribe not dwindled?” 

“You’ve figured it out. We have a settlement down by the river, away from the Razorwhips for our fathers and brothers to stay on occasion. Typically, we search for lovers on other islands, and once copulated, they are allowed to visit. My own father comes about three times a year.”

“Its nice you get to see him.” 

“He’s a wonderful man. They usually only stay for a few days. Of course, if a man gets us pregnant, he’s allowed to stay the whole pregnancy. It’s encouraged, in fact, so if the baby is a boy, he can go with his father.” 

“Oh, I see. That’s fascinating! Must be a little heartbreaking though, sending your sons away?” 

“I’d imagine so. But being a Wing Maiden is not for the faint of heart. We put the dragons above everything else. Our fathers and brothers know that. It’s not unheard of for a mother to leave with her lover for a few years to raise her son off island. Sometimes they return, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they bring recruits with them; women who choose to be celibate or can’t have children.” 

“Oh, so this isn’t a bloodline thing. Any woman can join?”  

“That’s right. As long as they complete the trials and swear an oath.” 

“What are the trials?” He asked, curious.

 She smirked at him. “To you, that’s forbidden knowledge.” 

“Oh whoops! I guess you’re right. Darn, should have been born a woman.” 

“You have your purpose here, not to worry,” she grinned, resting her arm on the back of his chair. 

“What does that–?” 

“How is the mead?” 

The abrupt change in topic didn’t go unnoticed, but he didn’t comment on it. “It’s uh…it’s good! Really good! I’m not usually a drinker, but this is perfectly sweet, almost a little spicy. What’s in it?” 

“To you, that’s forbidden knowledge,” she winked. 

“Oh I see,” he chuckled.

They spent the evening together, even long after the meal ended and the other women returned to their duties. Hiccup barely noticed the plates being taken away, as Astrid kept his full attention. 

He’d never felt like this before. Sure, there were a few times in his life he’d seen a beautiful woman and felt attraction. But most of his fantasies involved faceless women, as he hadn’t ever had a crush before. 

But this was going to change everything. If only she wasn’t a chieftess. If only she didn’t live in a women-only society. That would make it so much easier to court her. But as it stood, he tried to figure out how to make it work.

It would probably end in heartbreak.    

She told him about herself, her hobbies, her dreams. Most of it was centered around the dragons, which he admired greatly. He’d never met a woman that liked them as much as he did. 

“I’d love to hear all about the dragons you’ve discovered in your travels.” 

“And I’ll tell you all about them! It might uh…it might take a while though. There’s a lot.” 

“I figured. A conversation for another day then. A reason to make you stay,” she smirked. “But for now, you must be tired. It’s getting late, and it appears Toothless has already turned in.” She gestured to the big loaf of a dragon that was asleep, face first in his empty food dish. 

“Can’t blame him. He was flying all day.” 

“We’ll make sure he’s comfortable…when we can prod him awake a bit. Come, let me show you to your room.” 

“Thank you, Chieftess." 

She took his hand again. “Please, Astrid is fine.” 

She led him outside, where night had fallen. The bridges were illuminated with torches and the dark was silent, save for the chirp of bugs. 

She led him a little ways away to a modest tent, with a bed and basic furnishings. “I hope you find it adequate.” 

“More than adequate,” he assured. “I thought I’d be sleeping on the ground tonight. This is perfect, Astrid. Thank you.” 

She squeezed his hands. “You’re very welcome, Hiccup. Sweet dreams, I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Goodnight!” 

With a nod and a twinkle in her eye, she left him. 

Hiccup sighed after she left. He was absolutely smitten. Sure, she was beautiful, but the way she talked to him; the openness, the kindness, the patience when he got tongue tied. 

It was official. Astrid was the perfect woman. 

And she was probably off limits.

At least in the conventional sense. He couldn’t bring her back to Berk and have a betrothal and have her as his wife when he became chief. She had duties to attend to here. 

But since when did he care about tradition? 

A little voice in his head said, you don’t, but for a woman like that, you want to do it right.

He sighed again as he got ready for bed. By how heavy his eyes felt, he was certain he’d fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

So daydreaming about a future with this Amazonian woman could come later. Especially if he was allowed to stay on the island. 

As he tucked himself into the surprisingly comfortable bed (or maybe it was just because he’d slept on the ground the last few nights) he saw visions of Astrid twirling in that immodest dress and blowing kisses at him.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

—

The next time he awoke, he was cold. Not freezing, but there was definitely a draft. As he slowly came to wakefulness, he found his wrists up above his head, shackled. 

And he was completely, utterly naked. 

They even took his leg. 

He blinked rapidly and looked around, seeing he was definitely not in the same tent he had fallen asleep in. This was a king sized bed with very fine sheets. There was a shelf that wrapped around the room, and upon it were all manner of phallic shaped objects made of metal, glass, and even wood. 

Ouch.

On the bedside table were several bottles of liquid of all different shapes and colors. 

“Dear Odin, what have I gotten myself into…” 

As he continued to look around, a Wing Maiden entered the room, her face showing no indication of what was happening. 

“Hello?” He asked, sheepishly. 

She just nodded at him and stepped back out. 

From the other side, he heard her speak. “My lady, he’s awake.” 

“Thank you, Minden. Make sure we aren’t disturbed.” 

“Don’t worry, you won’t be.” 

“Ha! You think there’s no one waiting to catch a peek? He’s gorgeous!” 

“That I can’t promise. But no one will interrupt you.”

“Excellent.” 

The curtain parted, and Astrid entered. She was bare as well, revealing all the tantalizing dips and swells of her muscles. Her skin was flawless, perfectly tanned and appearing downy soft. Her breasts were supple, easily the size of his head, and they and her hips faintly jiggled as she approached. 

“You seem surprised.”

“Ha-ch–tff–wh–just a little,” he stammered. 

“I thought you were picking up on my hints.” 

“You know, when you mentioned the exceptions at dinner, I vaguely wondered if you were going to suggest something baby related, but I didn’t imagine this.” He rattled his shackles.

Astrid sat beside him on the bed and rested a hand on his chest. She slid it sensually over his sternum and even played with the little patch of chest hair there. “Are you upset?” 

“Upset?” He chuckled humorlessly. “I don’t know how I feel! Shocked? Bewildered!? What is going on!?” 

She smiled and leaned closer. “Long have I prayed to the gods that they would send me a lover. He had to be smart, handsome, kind…and love dragons as much as we do. When my watch announced your arrival, I dared to dream you were the one. And when you walked in with Toothless by your side…I almost swooned.” 

“Really?” He dared to smile. 

“Yes, Hiccup. My sweet.” She gently touched his face. “I will grant you permission to stay as long as you desire. You may come and go whenever you please. You will have a home here, and you will never go hungry. All I ask is that you help me bring a new generation of Wing Maidens into this world.” 

“Ohhhh…” he shivered, as her hand trailed down his torso and rested on his pubic mound. 

“So, what do you say?” She gently flicked his, at this point, very erect penis so it bobbed. 

“L-let me get this straight. I can stay and study your tribe and the dragons, and I’ll be allowed to eat with you and have a bed and everything, and I can go back to Berk whenever I want…I just have to have sex with you?” 

“A lot of sex,” she clarified. “I want you to father my children.” 

“...I don’t know why I’m hesitating.” He said breathlessly. While it was very tempting and exciting, his heart pounded hard in his chest. He was completely unprepared for this. He swallowed. “What if I refuse?” 

Her face fell and she pulled away. “You’ll have to leave then. Immediately. You can return if you change your mind, but…you won’t be allowed to stay unless you’re my lover.” 

He swallowed thickly. “I don’t want to leave…don’t mistake my question for unwillingness. I’m just…scared? Nervous?” 

She leaned back in and caressed his side. “You don’t need to be nervous.” 

“I’m like…a virgin among virgins. I’ve never kissed anyone, I barely masturbate…” 

“It’s alright. I’ve never laid with a man.” 

He glanced around the room at the collection of items. “…I feel like you’re still pretty experienced though.” 

She twirled a bit of his chest hair. “You should know, I’m insatiable. That mead we gave you will allow you to climax several times before you go flaccid.” 

His eyebrows raised. “Insatiable? What do you mean?” 

She smiled sheepishly. “I go a little berserk when I get horny. It could take hours or even days before I’m satisfied.” 

“Days!?” 

She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “you’ll love it though. I’ll take good care of you.” Then she kissed his cheek. 

He shivered, her touch sending tingles down his spine. “Astrid…” he whispered. 

“Hmm?” She kissed him again, and even pressed her breast into his chest. 

“Okay, okay…I’ll do it. I’ll be your lover, I’ll—” His sentence was cut off as she tilted his face up and captured his lips in a heated kiss. 

Hiccup relaxed into the kiss, the feeling of her lips against his was wonderful, soothing even. She kissed him and nipped at him, and coaxed him into kissing her right. 

He’d never kissed someone before, and didn't imagine his first kiss would be like this. It was intense, confident, and powerful, a far cry from a meager peck he’d expected would come first. It ignited a fire in his chest that burned all the way into his soul. 

She pulled away, just a little. “How was that?” 

“Better than I could imagine,” he breathed. 

She giggled a little and kissed him again, pushing harder, firmer. 

He reciprocated, still somewhat baffled that this was real life. 

Then she probed at his mouth with her tongue. 

Shyly, he parted for her and met her tongue with his own. They swirled around each other, tasting and exploring. Hiccup balled his hands into fists, unable to touch her, though he desperately wanted to.

Meanwhile, Astrid dragged her hands over his body, learning all the dips and bumps and places that made him twitch and jolt and moan. 

She tweaked his nipple. “I love your body, it’s so wonderful.” She breathed. 

“Have you looked in a mirror?” He asked breathlessly. 

She began to lick his neck. “I like your sarcasm. No one talks to me like that.” 

“Really?” He squeaked. “It got me in trouble all the time back home.” 

“It got you in trouble here too,” she licked up his throat and up to his ear. “It’s making me long for you, quite desperately.” 

He whined and fought against the chains. “Do I have to wear these?”

“For now, until I’m certain you’ll behave.” 

“I’ll behave!” He argued. 

She moved onto her knees and leaned over him. “I’m sure you will,” she cooed. “You seem like such a good boy.” 

The way she spoke, her tone lilting up and cooing at him, it made him blush. He didn’t want to admit it was both embarrassing and arousing. 

He was learning all sorts of new things about himself. 

“Let’s see,” she straddled his waist and began to massage her breasts in front of him. His cock brushed against her rear every once in a while, as it was twitching madly. “Where do we start?” 

His eyes trailed over her body, raking in every detail. Gods above, she was lovely. He breathed hard as he watched her at work. 

“You want one of these?” She asked, cupping her breast. 

He nodded breathlessly. 

“Of course you do.” She hovered over him and rubbed her breast on his face. 

Hiccup chased her nipple with his mouth until he could latch on. Instinct was one hell of a thing as he automatically twirled his tongue and sucked on the bud. 

“Hmmm, good,” she praised, running her fingers through his hair. “I’ll make a perfect lover out of you yet.”

His chains were short, and he could only raise his hands up to the height of his head. But that was enough, as he was able to brush his thumb over her other nipple.” 

“Oh, you’re really trying, huh? You want my tit?”

“MmmMmm!” 

“Do you like them? They’re pretty big, huh? Ever seen tits so big?” 

He shook his head no, but didn’t let go of her nipple. It felt too good to suck on it. 

“Harder,” she coaxed. “You’re so gentle. I’m a big girl, Hiccup.” 

He took more into his mouth, twirling his tongue around her delectable flesh. He flicked her nipple rapidly with his tongue and then sucked hard. 

Astrid moaned lewdly, making his toes curl. “That’s it, babe. Oh you’re a natural…” 

Her sounds urged him on, encouraging him to press harder, suck deeper, lick faster. 

All until she pulled away, her breast popping from his lips with a smack. 

Astrid dove down and captured his mouth in a sloppy kiss again, making him moan in the back of his throat. 

As he broke the kiss to breathe, she scooted down his body. “Look at all these little freckles.” She trailed her fingertips over his skin, connecting the dots. 

“You like them?” He whispered. 

“Love them. So pretty…” she trailed down and down until she knelt in front of his groin. “You even have a few on this,” she grabbed his dick with a sure and confident grip. 

“Hoh!” He gasped. 

She started to pump him, like she’d done this more than a few times. “So soft, but so hard at the same time,” she admired. “And so hot! This will feel leagues better than the glass ones.” 

Hiccup, for his part, wasn’t able to say anything. He was completely dumbstruck and overwhelmed. 

He didn’t regret his decision to stay, oh no. But he did have doubts he was going to survive the night.

“You’re bigger than I expected,” she noted, measuring with her hands. “You’re such a frail thing, but your dick is substantial!” 

Hiccup was very surprised that anything of his was considered ‘substantial’. “Thanks,” he wheezed. 

“Just stating the obvious.” Then she dipped her head and began to lick him, starting at the head and making her way down. 

“Oh gods!” He cried. 

“Good?” She murmured against him. 

“So good!” His eyes crossed. 

“I agree. This is more pleasurable than I expected! I like how active you are! You’re pulsing and twitching in my hands. My toys can’t compare.” 

Nothing compared to this for him either. 

She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle. 

“What’s that?” He asked, with a small degree of fear. 

“Oil,” she smiled and popped the lid. “For massaging.” 

He breathed a sigh of relief and watched as she poured a small amount on his cock, just a dribble. Then she started massaging, first gently to coat him, before going in with a bit more gusto. 

“Oh!” He squeaked, undignified. It felt so good, he couldn’t control his actions. The chains rattled as his arms jerked in time with her thrusts. “Gods Astrid…” 

“It’s important to me that you feel good too. Your moans are turning me on, My Hiccup.” 

He swallowed, his face heating up at the fact she put the word ‘my’ in front of his name. 

She massaged him to the brink, backing off when he became boisterous. She’d turn her attention to his thighs or balls and then get back to stroking him. 

“You’re killing me…” he whined. “If this is some sort of advanced torture method, it works. I’ll tell you anything you want. Just let me finish!” 

She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs, rubbing the oil off on him. “Oh I’m certain you’ll tell me everything, but that’s not the point of this.” 

“Then…what’s the point?” 

She lowered her head to the tip of his cock, giving the bulbous head the sweetest, most delicate kiss. “Pleasure, my sweet.”

And then she engulfed him. She took him into her mouth halfway down his cock and began to bob her head. 

“Oh sweet Freya!” He cried, his eyes crossing. “Astrid, Astrid please, I’m gonna—!” 

Miraculously, she adjusted so she was directly over him, grabbed his hips, opened her throat and sucked him down to the hilt. 

“Augh!” He cried. Many undignified and unmanly noises came from him as she worked, but he only had half a mind to notice. As much as it embarrassed him to moan and cry like that, he just couldn’t stop. 

Astrid plunged his dick down her throat, humming and moaning in content with each stroke. 

“You—“ Hiccup nearly screamed. “You’re a liar! You must—! There’s no way!” There was no way she could do this as a virgin. She was too good at it. 

Astrid deep-throated him again, burying her nose in his pubic hair. She rolled her tongue and clenched her throat muscles. 

With a violent cry, he came, his hips thrusting up against his control. But Astrid had a nice firm grip on him, so it was little more than a twitch. 

She slowly pulled off of him, her tongue swirling over the half-softened shaft as she went. 

He convulsed with aftershocks, his chest heaving like he’d been running for his life. 

She sat up and wiped her mouth. “You called me a liar?” 

“You—there’s no way—“ he panted. “There’s no—…you have experience. You did that like—like you knew exactly what you were doing.” 

She began to crawl up his body, each motion making her flesh shift in ways that made him want to grab, smack, squish. 

Damn these handcuffs! 

“I knew what I wanted to do.” She clarified. “I’ve had advice over the years, and I’ve practiced on other things.” She lowered her head to speak in his ear. “I’ve fantasized for years about what I’d do when I had a cute boy in my bed. You’re going to make my dreams come true.” 

How she could make something so erotic sound so sweet was such a mystery. 

The promise was out of his mouth before he could think it through, “I’ll do whatever you want.”  

“I’m counting on it, My Love.” 

His eyes went wide. “Lo—?” But he couldn’t finish the question as she was kissing him again, her fingers in his hair and her tongue teasing him, begging him to come out and play. 

Hiccup whined and pulled on his chains again. He just wanted to hold her. 

Astrid untangled one hand from his hair and laced her fingers with his. 

It would do for now, but by the gods did he have work to do when he got free. 

Because Hiccup was an explorer. He explored the archipelago and the lands beyond. He mapped his observations and studied everything he saw. He was meticulous and strove to know absolutely everything about the lands, people, and dragons he encountered. 

Why would this be any different? 

In fact, he did the best he could. He broke the kiss to move over her cheek and down her neck. He tasted her skin and drank in her sounds and smells. 

Yeah, he was pretty content with her being his one and only. Surely, it couldn’t get better than this. 

“Oh Hiccup,” she sighed in his ear. “That feels wonderful.” 

Let me free my hands and I can do more! He screamed in his mind. But he didn’t say it out loud, because he was having too much fun sucking on her skin. 

And he was starting to get the appeal of the handcuffs, though he’d never admit it. 

He left a wet red mark on her neck, and was thoroughly pleased he could. About time he was able to take charge of something. 

She pulled away and stared deeply into his eyes, a soft smile on her face. Her thumb ghosted over his cheek, as she studied him. “Your eyes are so lovely.” 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice deep. “Yours are beautiful.”

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” 

He smirked. “That’s a pretty small pool though, right? Since no men are allowed on the island?” 

“Take the compliment.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled harder. “Thank you.” 

She kissed him again and pressed her body against him. 

His cock danced around between her thighs, recovered and ready for whatever happened next. 

She gave him one last peck before adjusting again. She sat on his chest and looked down at him with a coy smile. 

“What’s next?” He wheezed. 

Instead of telling him, she acted. She hooked her legs over his shoulders, on the other side of the chain. Then she grabbed the head board and pulled herself up to hover right over his face. 

Then she sat down, trapping him in a cage of heat and flesh. 

“Mmph!” He exclaimed, grabbing her thighs with his bound hands. 

He could see her smiling down at him from the space between her breasts. 

“What’s wrong? Am I too much for you?”

He wished he had a few seconds to tell her he was not an expert. He had no idea how to eat a girl out. 

But he’d be damned if he didn’t try! 

He closed his eyes and started kissing, warming up before he bravely flicked his tongue out. 

“Mmm,” she hummed in content. “Yeah, more…” 

He pressed further, exploring her folds with his tongue and listening for the sweet spots. He found her entrance and wriggled his tongue inside, lapping up the juices that dripped. 

“Oh that’s good,” she purred, flexing her thighs. “Not so hard, huh?”

He hummed as he continued to pleasure her. It wasn’t hard, per say, but he was stumbling around as he went. She moaned a little, hummed and sighed, but he had the feeling he was missing something. Maybe he wasn’t deep enough? 

“Higher,” she moaned. “I need it higher.” 

That didn’t make a lot of sense, but she was in charge, right? So not deeper…he flicked his tongue towards the front of her entrance, and listened for changes. 

“Higher,” she insisted, sliding her hips back slightly. 

Confused and uncertain, Hiccup just licked up, little by little, until he passed over a nub. 

“There,” she barked, the headboard creaking as she tightened her grip. “Right there, my Hiccup.” 

He had his mark and doubled down. He dragged the flat of his tongue over that little spot before twirling in short bursts around it. 

“OHH! YES!” She cried, a tremor in her legs. “That’s it Hiccup! That’s it!” 

He kissed and sucked and licked, trying everything to see what she liked best. He peeled his eye open to look at her face, and was pleasantly surprised to find her fondling a breast with an expression of complete euphoria. 

I did that, he thought. 

“More! More babe, please! I need more!” She ground down on his face. 

Hiccup sped up his pace and pressed harder, determined to satisfy this woman. 

Her hand gripped his hair tightly, painfully, as she shoved him flush against her. “Yes, you beautiful boy! Oh you’re so good! Make me come, make me come!” 

Hiccup dug his fingers into her supple flesh and slurped on her hot cunt, massaging her with his tongue and drinking in her essence. 

Suddenly, her thighs clenched hard around his head. Breathing was no longer an option, and the muscles in her powerful legs squeezed hard and violently. 

I think I might die. He thought to himself. Not a horrible way to go. 

“OH FUCK!” She screamed, before she cried out a boisterous cry that would have alerted anyone on the island. Her legs spasmed and he could feel her body shaking as she came, and hard. 

Finally, she released her death grip and he gulped down some well deserved air. 

She laid on her back, draped over him. Her head by his dick, and her legs still over his shoulders, and she laughed. She laughed with heavy breaths and shuddered on occasion. “Oh that was wonderful, My Hiccup! You are quite talented with that tongue!” 

He continued to just try to catch his breath, but managed to respond, “like I said, my mouth usually gets me in trouble.” 

She chuckled again as she turned over and gripped his shaft. “I’ll say!” She started pumping. “At this rate, I don’t know if you’ll ever leave.” 

I wasn’t planning on it. He thought, but the words stilled on his tongue, replaced with a moan instead. 

She lapped at his base, flicking her tongue out just enough to tease him. 

He was rock hard down there, but complete pudding in her hands. 

Astrid adjusted so she laid in her stomach, her legs still on his shoulders. Then she crossed her knees and scooped his head up, shoving his face right between her thighs. 

He was face to face with that mysterious cavern of pleasure, this time, utterly distracted by her daintily licking his goods. 

Hiccup grabbed her thighs again, massaging the thick muscles that encircled his head. She was hot and wet and slick and tasted like nothing he could compare it to. Simply, the divine taste of woman, a secret nectar that only the selfless men were nourished with. 

“Awhhh.” He moaned into her as she twirled her tongue around his balls. She was taking the time to explore his body, her nimble fingers delicately massaging his sensitive areas. 

With how rough she had handled him, he worried she’d get a little eager with his sack, but she examined him like they really were jewels. 

And he wasn’t about to ask her to stop. 

“Mmmphh!” She cried as he twirled his tongue over her sweet spot. That magic button that activated those high pitched mewls. 

Gods he wished he’d stayed and listened when the men got drunk and bawdy in the Great Hall, maybe he could have come into this with some expertise. 

Or at least some terminology. 

He felt their combined juices run down his chin and into his neck and sucked hard to drink her in. 

“Ohh yes! Oh yes my sweet!” She tightened everything. Her thighs, her grab on him, she bared down, drowning him in scent and heat and pleasure. 

Suddenly, she doubled down on her efforts as well, growling as she bobbed her head up and down and twirled her tongue and tightened her lips and sucked in her cheeks and—

He felt his climax hit like a sledge hammer, a muted scream caught in her warmth. But she finished too, her euphoric laughter hot on his sputtering cock. He spurted out, and she lapped it up, laughing and panting as she did. 

Finally, finally, her thighs relaxed, and Hiccup’s head flopped back onto the pillow. His face felt tight and soaked, he was light headed and dizzy, and just stared at the ceiling as the room spun. 

Awesome, but terrifying. 

Astrid’s delighted face came into view. She had a line of white goo by her mouth. 

“Holy shit,” he squeaked. 

“That was fantastic, and we haven’t even started yet!” 

His eyes widened, slightly horrified. He’d almost passed out! And that wasn’t even getting started?!

She chuckled at his startled face and fondly brushed the hair from his forehead, like she hadn’t tried to kill him a minute ago. 

Then she reached over to the bedside table and opened up a drawer. 

“Wha—what—?” He stuttered, not ready to jump back in so soon. 

But Astrid daintily sat bedside, and took a cloth from the drawer, then she poured something on it, brought it to his face and—

Gently wiped the slick mess from around his mouth. 

“You alright? You look a little pale, my sweet.” 

“F-fine…just…almost literally drowned in pussy. No big deal.” 

Her smile became a little shy then as she wiped his neck. “I told you, I go a little berserk.” 

“…I didn’t hate it. Just…wow.” He didn’t have words beyond that. 

Her smile grew as she set her supplies down. Then she wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug, and heaved so he was sitting up instead of reclined. 

Next came a flask of water, which he gulped down like a dying man. 

Because he had been. Dying, that is. 

She finished the flask and took it over to the door. 

He could hear talking, followed by giggling. 

Oh gods, the guards were still there? Listening?! 

Embarrassing, but his little fella twitched as if to say ‘hey hey, an audience!’ 

His head thunked against the headboard, as his brain overloaded with a stew of emotion. 

Astrid was really something. 

She returned, flask in hand. “More water?” 

He nodded. 

She held it up to his lips, her expression coy as she bit her lip. 

He pulled away. “What’s in this?” 

“Just water,” she pouted. “Fresh and cool.” 

It was fresh and cool, and his feverish face began to return to normal. 

She set the flask just outside the curtain again, and came towards him, sultry walking across the room, letting her hips swing side to side, and her breasts ever so slightly bounce. 

“Wow~” his voice cracked. 

She knelt beside him, letting her breasts hang just out of reach. “Now, where were we?” 

He gulped. “You were killing me softly.” 

“Oh yes,” she swung a leg over him and sat on his hips, then started rocking over his length. “You know, there’s a mainland language that calls finishing ‘the little death.’ Isn’t that quirky?”

His whole body shuddered as she slid her hot wetness over him. “Uh—help—I mean yep! Q-quirky! Although—they called it that without, without even having met you! That’s saying something! Is, is all sex like this?” 

“Like what, my Hiccup?” 

“Like…like you’re going insane? I think I’m—did I die?” 

She leaned forward and placed sweet kisses on his face. “You’re very much alive.” 

“I just—this has to be Valhalla, right? I mean, you’re here. You can’t be a normal, mortal woman.” 

She grinned. “I am, but that’s sweet.” 

“I-I-I just can’t believe—!” 

Astrid placed her thumb over his lips. “No more talking, lover. I ache.” 

His eyes widened again before she captured his mouth in a downright indecent kiss. She wormed her tongue inside and teased him, and even sucked on his tongue. She laid on him, her breasts squished against his chest, and held his hand affectionately. 

She continued to kiss across his face and down his neck before she sat up and looked down at him. Her unraveling braid hung over her shoulder. Her freehand rested over his heart. 

“I like you a lot,” she smiled. 

The words coiled around his heart and gently squeezed. No one had ever said that to him. Maybe Toothless would have, if he could speak. But not like this. Astrid had clear affection in her face as she gazed at him. 

All night, she’d been alternating between this sexy, hungry, sultry minx on the prowl, and a gentle woman with a big heart, ready to hand it over to him. 

It was scary, as he didn’t know if he had what it took to care for someone’s heart like that. All this was new and completely uncharted territory. It was wonderful and exciting, but so so fragile. 

“I…Astrid, I…I like you too.” He admitted, but that wasn’t even half of it. 

She smiled brightly before shuffling down his body. 

He watched in rapt attention as she stood up on her knees, right over his hips, and moved him into position. 

Hiccup was suddenly looking at the future, and an action that would have long term consequences for not just him and Astrid, but two tribes as well. Because she wanted to get pregnant, and he believed she was determined enough to be so tonight. 

“W-wait!” He croaked. “Astrid, please, wait just a second!” 

She halted her movements as the tip of his dick brushed her folds. “Yes?”

“Just–I want to…I have to say something. To ease my mind.” 

She just softly smiled at him and let go, moving to sit on his waist. “I’m all ears, my dear.” 

“R-right, so…” He swallowed thickly. This was a deviation from the silly, sexy banter they’d had. This was deep and heavy and likely permanent. But by the gods, they just met this afternoon! “Astrid, I…I don’t want to be a deadbeat. If…if I’m supposed to get you pregnant, then I want my children to know me. I want to be in their lives. I know that tradition dictates that I can’t really be part of your society permanently, and I’d never ask you to come back to Berk. Your work here is too important.” 

She caressed his face. “As the lover of the Chieftess, you can come and go as you please. You can stay and be a part of their lives. You’re afforded certain perks. Especially since we clearly see you care for the dragons as we do.” 

“That’s just it though, I…I understand the conditions, I just–I don’t want to be your lover.” 

She frowned. “You’ve changed your mind? You wish to leave?” 

“No! Gods no! Ugh!” He shook the chains on his wrists. “Why is this so hard!?” 

“I am now thoroughly confused. What are you trying to say?” 

“I don’t–I don’t even know! All I know is that I don’t want to just—pop in and have sex with you and leave! I don’t want my children to just see me as just some guy that comes around sometimes.”

“You don’t have to be ‘some guy’. You can know our children. You can help raise them.” 

“Right, you said that, but–” he tightened his jaw. “I know men like this. Men who have gotten women from other tribes pregnant and know they have children and visit, but in name, they’re just their mother’s children.” 

Suddenly, it all clicked and he choked on a gasp. He realized just what was bothering him about the situation and what he needed to do to rectify it. But would she go for it? 

“Astrid I…I don’t want you to just take me as your lover…I want you to take me as your husband.”   

Her eyes went wide and her brows raised. “Really?” 

He blushed, though he didn’t know why, as he’d done much more embarrassing things than confess feelings. “Yeah. When we parted after dinner, I thought about how I could court you. It seemed impractical, given our situation, but…I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. Maybe this is a dumb decision. Maybe you wanted to take several lovers.” Just the thought made him nauseous. “But I don’t. I want to be with you, however I can be.” 

She continued to stare at him, her expression unreadable. 

“Do I sound crazy?” He simpered. “I thought I might be losing my mind earlier. Is…is that doable?” He stared up at the ceiling. “Maybe that’s not fair. I already agreed to this, and you have definitely treated me well. I just…I guess I want to commit to you, so you know I’ll come back.” 

Finally, Astrid responded, though it wasn’t what he was expecting, at all. “Minden!” She called. 

Hiccup blushed furiously as one of the guards entered. “Yes, My Lady?” 

“I need you to witness this.” 

“Of course.” 

Hiccup tightened his fists, preparing for whatever was about to happen next, though it just kept getting weirder. 

“I, Chieftess Astrid of the Wing Maiden Tribe, do hereby pledge myself in matrimony to Hiccup Haddock of the Isle of Berk.” 

“Now!?” He barked. 

“When else?” 

He smiled a bit hysterically. “I don’t know! I thought you’d have to think about it!” 

“Nonsense. Your vows?” 

“Wha-? I uh…how did you say it…? Um, I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of Chief Stoick the Vast, hereby vow to be husband to Astrid of the Wingmaidens.” He gulped. “Was that alright?” 

“I find it sufficient. By my authority as Chieftess, we are now wed. Does that put you at ease, my Hiccup?”

Again, he just laughed breathlessly, in hysterics. “I guess!” 

“Excellent. That will be all, Minden.” 

But the guard just smirked at Hiccup. “Congrats. She must really like you. You’re the first husband a chieftess has taken in generations.” 

“That will be all, Minden,” Astrid repeated.  

Minden bowed in respect and left, but not without giggling on the way. 

Hiccup swallowed hard. “So, you’re sure this is okay?” 

“More than okay,” she wrapped her arms around his neck. “It's wonderful. Now I have you all to myself. I don’t have to worry about you taking another lover in your travels. You’re mine!” 

Weakly, he agreed, “I’m all yours.” 

She kissed him then, with warmth and affection, still hungry, but more subdued. A kiss that showed she really did like him as a person, and not just lusting after him. 

She pulled away with a smack and smiled at him tenderly. 

“Can I have my hands free now?”

“No.” She tapped his nose. “Not. Yet.” 

He sighed. “No way to treat a husband…” 

She giggled at him and sat up straight, raising on her knees. She reached underneath her and grabbed his throbbing hot cock. “Stalling is no way to treat a wife.” 

“B-b-by all means,” he wheezed, the anticipation making it hard to breathe. 

With great ceremony, she slowly lowered herself down, rubbing him back and forth over her slit and coating him in her slickness. Then she expertly lined him up and slowly eased down. 

“Ohhh…” a deep moan burst from her lips as he slid inside. Her eyelashes fluttered as she took him inch by beautiful inch. “Hiccup…” 

He couldn’t breathe. The pleasure was so damn good, it was like every bodily function stopped. She was hot and tight and wet, like she was made for him specifically. 

She took him all, coming to rest on his hips. “Hows that?” 

“The best ever,” he might have said, but it was a high pitched ‘thbehvvv…’

She laughed at him and gyrated her hips, marinating him in all those forbidden juices. Then, she put on a little show. She grabbed her breasts and massaged them, moving in wide circles to tease and tantalize him as she rocked. She even brought one up to her lips and licked her nipple. 

Hiccup found himself licking his lips in desire, utterly under her spell. 

“OOoo,” she cooed, rocking harder. “You’re so hard, my sweet. You feel amazing!” She clenched a muscle deep inside and choked his dick. 

He moaned and let his head fall back on the pillow. 

She rolled her hips, gently massaging him with this smug look on her face. It wasn’t a lot, but it was driving him crazy. All the while, she played with her breasts, taunting him. 

He pulled on the chains again. “This is cruel!” He sobbed. 

“You’ll get your chance.” 

“But I wanna touch you now!” He whined. 

“Soon, my love. Soon.” She leaned forward just a little and braced her hands on his chest. Then she lifted her hips and dropped back down with a soft clap. 

He gurgled. 

“Oh, you like that?” 

“Literally everything,” he wheezed. “‘S all good.” 

“Good!” And she raised up again and sank down hard. Then again and again until she was bouncing on him, her ass clapping against his pelvis. 

“Oh sweet Freya, oh Odin, oh Thor…!” He broke off into a moan as she doubled her efforts, dropping harder and taking him deeper. “Astrid! I’m gonna–!” 

“Oh yes please!” 

He thrusted his hips up as she came down and slammed into her. And he came hard. 

She chuckled darkly and clenched that inside muscle again, squeezing him tightly and wringing him dry. 

He screamed. It was as if the life was being sucked out of him. Every muscle clenched, overwhelmed by pleasure, every sense completely overloaded! 

Finally he gasped, getting his breath back. He panted deeply, a tingling sensation in his fingers and toes. 

“That was a good one!” She praised. “We’ll see if we can’t get another like that out of you yet tonight.” 

“By the gods…” 

She started bouncing again and he shuddered with aftershocks. “Ah, ah!” 

“Senstive? I’ve heard that’s a side effect of the mead. You should be flaccid, but you aren’t. Makes everything all confused.” She kept them connected, but moved her weight to one side so she could lift his bad leg. She brought it around and hitched his knee on her hip so they were basically scissoring. She got on one knee and tilted his pelvis in a new and vulnerable angle. Then she started thrusting, taking a very dominant position. The bed creaked with her motion, shifting back and forth and tapping against the wall. She was forceful, but Hiccup knew that deep down, she could slam much much harder. 

It made him blush, as a bunch of pathetic mewls and moans came from his mouth. 

“You’re so cute,” she cooed, slamming her hips on his. “I like that face. Tells me everything I need to know.” 

All he could do was pant, even his tongue hung out. “Astrid…” he huffed. “Astrid…” 

“Shh,” she slammed harder, bruising his hips. “Just relax, my love.”

He didn’t know how he was supposed to do that when every slide of her hips made his body convulse with pleasure. It was too much. 

“Please…” he begged. “Pleasee…I can’t…” 

“Just a little longer,” she sped up. “I’m getting close!” 

She slapped his ass and impaled herself on his remarkably still hard erection over and over and over. He twitched madly inside of her, and she growled as she rapidly plunged down on him. 

“Yes yes yes!” She snarled. “That’s a good boy!” 

He saw stars and he grew light headed. Could someone really be fucked to death? Like this? Maybe. He certainly felt like his soul was leaving his body. Every slam rocked the bed violently and rattled his bones. What would give out first? His lungs or his pelvis?

“I want it so bad!” She sobbed. “Give it to me, baby! Give it to me!” 

“Oh fuck!” He shouted as he felt another orgasm building. Could he really? Did he have enough energy in him to go again? 

“Yes!” Astrid cheered. “Fill me up!” And she smacked his ass again. 

This scream was raw and primal, starting from the tips of his toes and punching the air from his lungs. He bucked his hips, his body acting without his permission. And he came, a few last pathetic spurts that she hungrily gobbled up. 

It was like he was underwater. His head swam, his face was hot, and his vision blurred. 

“Hiccup?” Was all he heard before he completely blacked out. 

—-

The world righted itself eventually. A cool rag laid over his forehead and his arms rested at his sides, no longer bound. He moved his hand, feeling pins and needles in his arm. 

“Hey…” Astrid’s soft and sweet voice came from his side. 

He turned his head to find her laying beside him, close, but not touching. 

“Are you back with me?” 

He swallowed thickly. “Did I die?” 

She chuckled. “No, but you did pass out.” 

He nodded weakly, realizing that’s what happened. 

“I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you, but…that wasn’t much of a warning, was it?” 

Hiccup had been rendered unconscious a number of times in his life. From blows to the head, to overheating at the forge, and even getting a roar in the face from an angry Nightfury. The boy did not have a strong constitution. He was used to it. But this was new. 

“That…” he rasped, “was awesome.” 

“You don’t have to protect my feelings.” 

“I’m serious! That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and then I got another one after?” He rolled over and buried his face in her breasts. “I think I’m in love.” 

“Aw,” she chuckled, holding his head. “You’re such a charmer.” 

He spoke against her skin. “You didn’t finish though, did you? After all that?”

She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. “No, unfortunately not. But there’s still time. Not to worry.” She rolled away from him and got up, going for the door. “We have some fresh water here, you should drink up.” She brought the flask back and handed it to him. “I think I might have dried you out.”  

He gulped down the water. The tingling sensation in the back of his head started to subside. Briefly, he glanced down at his dick, to check the damage status. 

It was half raised, slowly coming back for more. 

More! How dare his penis betray him! 

Astrid laid on the bed beside him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Once you recover, we can start again.” 

He whimpered. 

“But, you’ve definitely earned freedom. No more handcuffs.” 

He perked up. “Really?”

“Mmmhmm, and you can pick how we start. You can even be on top. But, word of warning, it won’t last.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I told you, I go berserk. I’ll try to lay back and relax, but I will turn ravenous. You understand?”

He gulped. “Yeah, I got it. I have a time limit.” 

She reclined, a hand behind her head as she revealed her body to him. “What would you like? You were so eager to touch me. Where could you possibly start?” 

That was a loaded question. Because now that he was looking down at this absolute buffet of flesh, he didn’t know what he wanted more. But he reached forward and splayed his hand on her taut stomach, amazed at the chiseled ridges that awaited him. He moved upwards, mapping all the bumps and dips with careful, deliberate touches. 

Astrid closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure. 

He moved over her ribcage on her side, and up over to her bicep, completely side-stepping her breasts. Those, he had a plan for. He glided down her arms, gulping as his hands spread wider and wider over her muscles. 

“Wow…” He whispered. 

“That’s why I’m chieftess,” she answered. “I’m the strongest.” 

“No doubt,” he said breathlessly, skirting down to her hand. Her fingers were almost delicate, but still bigger than his. “I saw the other girls. They’re dwarfed by you…” 

And that was saying a lot, because the other Wingmaidens were still built like warriors. It had felt a little like being a sheep walking into a lions’ den when he arrived. 

He was just happy they were nice and hospitable. 

“My mother was a giant,” Astrid went on, peacefully enjoying his touches. “Quite literally. She had the condition where you keep growing. She was 8 and a half feet tall.” 

“Oh my gods!” 

“Yes, a little too tall, for my tastes. As it stands, I have to dip my head to avoid doorframes.” 

“That’ll be my first job. I’ll raise all the doorframes.” 

“That’s sweet, but hardly necessary.” 

He returned to her stomach, but this time swept down her thighs. They were thick and muscular…and hard! 

He added pressure as he rubbed, massaging her gorgeous legs. 

She moaned in a way that gave him goosebumps. “Oh that’s lovely…what talented hands you have.” 

“…you didn’t give me the chance to show them off before, wife.” 

She smirked, still with her eyes closed. “And surely I missed out. Straddling your little hips really puts a strain on the muscle.” 

He blushed. “Uh, yeah, I imagine the position would make you sore.” He rubbed her other thigh in the same manner, then moved down to her calves, and then her feet. All the while, she sighed in content as he massaged all residual tenseness from her body. 

Finally, he dragged his hands up her form as he crawled up the mattress, and cupped her breasts. 

“Ahhh…” she sighed, humming in satisfaction. 

A boob! Two of them! He was holding a pair of boobs! Holy shit! 

He did suck on them earlier, after she’d shoved them in his face, but to hold them, to squeeze them, to shake them and watch them jiggle…

Yeah, he got the hype. 

Hiccup would consider himself rational (no one else would). Sex was something that would happen eventually, since an heir would be required, but he tried not to think about it. 

Not like some of the guys back home that talked incessantly about it. While they certainly had other interests, the topic would turn sexual more often than not if he hung around them often enough. 

He wasn’t like that though. He could hold off and indulge when the time was right. Which is why this situation was so shocking to him. Maybe someone like Snotlout or Tuffnut would have pounced on the chance to have sex with Astrid the second they saw her. They wouldn’t have had to think things over, they wouldn’t have had to elope to feel right about it. They would have just done it. 

And Hiccup understood why. This was pretty awesome. 

“What are you thinking about?” She asked. 

“Hmm?” 

“You have such an intense look on your face. Are my breasts such a complicated puzzle they require that much concentration?” 

He laughed, but switched up the way he was holding her. Sort of a cup and pull method, which she seemed pleased with. “No, sorry…just thinking about how lucky I am.” 

“Lucky?” 

“Yeah. I mean…I know some guys that would dream of a situation like this, and they wouldn’t hesitate like I did. Can you believe I hesitated?” 

She hooked her legs around his hips and yanked him forward, so he laid against her. She held his face. 

“Yes, I can. I knew you would, that’s what drew you to me.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, my sweet. You are tender and considerate, a wholesome boy with a pure heart.” 

“I don’t know about that…” 

“Regardless of what you think, I have seen many men in my life, and none of them looked at me the way you did.” 

He blinked. “I…looked at you a certain way? I didn’t intend to.” 

“Most men look at me with lust or like I am a prize to be conquered. You, my Hiccup, looked at me like I was Freya herself.” 

“I thought you were,” he blurted. 

“You looked at me with respect and admiration, treated me with it too. In turn, I gained respect for you and admired you greatly.” Her thumb swept over his cheek. “But here is where I am a hypocrite. I saw your face, saw your thin frame in that fetching leather armor, and I knew I wanted you.” 

“Cool,” he squeaked. “I’ve never been hot before.” 

“You’re funny,” she spoke in a low, sultry tone before pulling him into a kiss. 

In turn, he tenderly held her face and brushed her hair behind her ear. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to kissing Astrid. She was divine, and she wanted to kiss him. Him! The village runt! 

Her tongue pillaged his mouth, her hunger starting to grow. He trailed his hands down her neck and chest inch by delicious inch. 

Then she pulled away and scooted down to lay flat on the bed. She gave him a coy smirk and pushed her breasts together, sort of swaying them in a teasing manner. 

He thought she might just be giving him another show, something to turn him on, but after a few minutes of gawking like a virgin (because he wasn’t anymore, he had experience), she grabbed his wrists and pulled him down to sit on her, his dick falling right in her cleavage. 

“There you go.” She smiled again, and pushed her breasts up to cushion him on either side. 

No way…he gaped. Slowly, shyly, he rocked back and forth, his eyelashes fluttering.

It didn’t feel as good as being inside her, but it was insanely hot. 

Then Astrid leaned forward and kissed his tip as he thrusted up. 

“Okay,” he pulled away from her heavenly breasts. “I’ve gotta go—in before I burst.” 

“So soon?” 

“You’re really hot!” 

She giggled and shifted her legs apart. “Fair enough.” 

He’d been up close and personal with her sex twice now, but still, the act of putting himself inside still made him anxious. It was different from here. 

“Need help?” She asked, earnest. 

He shook his head and decided to map her out with his fingers. He parted her folds and danced his fingers up and down the valleys looking for her opening. 

Astrid just parted her legs further and bent her knees. “Your touch is nice too.” 

He affectionately rubbed her thigh, appreciating all the kind things she’d said. She could have been impatient. She could have made fun of his lack of experience. She could have just laid there and said nothing. 

Lucky. He was so lucky. 

Finally, his middle finger sank into her wet heat and she breathed a silent moan. 

He mirrored it, the heat and wetness beckoning him inside. 

He awkwardly knelt, arching forward just enough to enter her. A slow entrance, sinking in with grace and a shudder. 

He was inside his wife, once again. But this time, it was on his terms. 

He laid against her, his face nearly at the level of her breasts. He would have liked to hold her gaze, but he could work with this. 

Sliding in and out in achingly slow thrusts, he gyrated his hips. He aimed deep, and bottomed out with each stroke, but there was only a quiet slap of skin. 

She sighed softly and stretched out, languidly arching her back and flexing her thighs. 

He peppered her breasts in kisses before twirling his tongue over one and sucking on it. 

“Ohh,” she moaned, biting her lip. 

It was perfect. What Astrid had done earlier was breeding and fucking, now it was time for love making.

“You don’t need to be gentle,” she cooed. 

He released her with a pop. “I know. I just want to take my sweet time…if you don’t mind.” 

She combed his hair back. “I don’t mind. But you are stoking my flame. I will get hungry.” 

He smiled up at her. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to enjoy being on top while it lasts.” 

He continued his pace, thrusting a little harder as he grew more confident. He played with her breasts and squeezed her hips and ass and thighs, delighting in the moans she made at his touch. He sucked on her nipple, quickly finding it a favorite part of love making. 

“Harder,” she winced. “Harder!” 

He reared up more and impaled inside her, a satisfying slap echoing in the room. And he sucked on her breast, nearly inhaling her. 

“Mhm! Harder!” Her hands clamped on his ass and pulled him in, guiding him deep. 

“Astrid…” he tried to reprimand. “It’s my turn.” 

She didn’t listen, and slapped his ass. “Harder! More! More!” She growled. 

He grunted, heated and horny, and slapped her breasts. 

The next second, he was on his back, and his hands were pinned by his head by her meaty fists. 

For a split second, he worried he’d pissed her off with the slap, but then she was rocking on him and sucking on his throat. 

“Oh gods,” she hissed. “You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it!” 

He groaned wantonly as she humped violently against his cock. He’d slipped out when she flipped him and apparently she was too berserk to properly mount him. 

This was good too though. 

Her tongue wriggled against his skin all up and down his neck, taking sweet time to lathe at the crux of his neck and shoulder. 

He tried to return the favor, but was only able to kiss her cheek. 

She grabbed his ear with her teeth. “I’m so obsessed with you, Hiccup. I want to have your babies. A dozen of them.” 

“That can be arranged,” he moaned. “B-but—not if I’m not inside, you know?” 

She downright glared at him. 

“W-what?” 

With a grunt, she looked down at their bodies and apparently realized he wasn’t inside anymore. 

“You couldn’t tell?” 

Maybe it was her plan all along, or maybe he had activated something inside her with that phrase, but she flung herself off of him and stood. 

“Where are you—?” 

Then she grabbed him around the waist with one arm and hauled him off the bed and onto his foot. 

“W-wait! Astrid I don’t have my leg! I’m not stable!” 

It seemed to matter little as she shoved his back into the wall with a bang. He didn’t have balance and started to slip down. 

That all changed when she backed into him, pinning him to the spot with her huge ass. 

He scrambled to find purchase and recover while she reached between their legs and grabbed his dick. 

He held onto her waist, using her fully for support as she leaned forward and guided him inside once again. 

Gods, her back was just as beautiful as her front. 

Then she slammed backwards and pinned him to the wall again, swallowing his dick in hot flesh. 

“Ow…” he muttered as his butt throbbed from the impact. 

The footboard of the bed was just in front of her, and she braced her arms on it as she butted against him. 

“Ummphh!” He groaned as the impact took his breath.

Then she was off, shoving against him and moaning and grunting like she was feral. With each thrust, he inched up the wall, until he was on his very tippy toes, and then couldn’t touch at all. All he could do was scramble to hang onto his lover. 

All the while, he whimpered and moaned, trapped between light pain and intense pleasure. 

“Ah! Ah! Astrid! Astrid, I’m going to—ahh!” 

“Yes!” She snarled. “Give. Me. Your. Seed!” Each word was punctuated with a hard ram of her ass into his hips. She clenched around him and rolled, milking him for all he was worth. 

“Oh gods!” He cried, and came with another violent scream. 

She laughed like a madman, truly delighted by his noises.

“Ooohhh…” he flopped against her and weakly pawed at her breasts as she continued her assault. That light headed feeling came again as she stimulated his sensitive cock. 

“Come on!” She growled. “I want it! I want it so bad!” 

He kissed her spine. 

Bang bang bang bang…

She bounced her ass cheeks against him, greedily fucking him into a pile of goo. 

“Ooh~…” he whined, a very unmasculine noise escaping him. He didn’t care. He couldn’t help it. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease…” she sobbed. 

She briefly paused to work quick fingers over that secret magic button in front of her opening he still didn’t know the name of. 

“Uugghhh,” she growled, then started rolling her hips. “I need you, Hiccup! I need you deep in me!” 

Hiccup briefly wondered if he could get any deeper. Maybe if she broke him, but he wasn’t suggesting it anytime soon. 

He briefly remembered how she snapped when he slapped her breasts, how that’d been the point to send her into a frenzy. Naturally, that gave his sex-addled brain an idea. 

A dumb idea, but an idea nonetheless. 

He fiercely grabbed her breast, squeezed the supple flesh so it spilled between his fingers. “You’ve been a very selfish girl, haven’t you?” He growled in her ear. 

Her breath hitched and her rocking became less violent. 

He lightly gnawed on her skin before kissing it. “You’ve beaten me up, My Lady. You’ve been treating me like a little toy. Like one of these fake dicks on your wall.” 

She wasn’t fighting. She wasn’t pulling away from him in offense. In fact, she was panting loudly with little moans in between. 

“Is that all I am to you? A little toy?” He slapped her butt. “Think you can boss me around?” 

She braced her leg against the footboard of the bed and locked her knee, like it was the only thing keeping her upright. 

He grabbed her braid and pulled. “If you weren’t so much bigger than me, I’d—“ 

“OoooohhhhhaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” 

He felt the way her body shifted and changed as her orgasm rolled through her, growing and growing into a crescendo. She screamed and screamed and screamed, and even when he thought it was over she violently shook and cried out again. 

As she collapsed against her leg, she shuddered and quaked with aftershocks. 

And his battered wiener decided to give a last sputter and a few spurts. 

Astrid huffed and dropped her leg, freeing Hiccup from his new station as a wall decoration. He was too weak to stand, and instead slid down to the floor and tried to catch his breath. 

His peace was not long lived though, as Astrid swiftly scooped him up into her arms, cradling him like a baby. 

He was too tired to be embarrassed. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” she giggled back, her face flushed and eyes bright. “Are you alright?” 

“I…think so?” Besides being confused about the emotional whiplash, that is. 

She took him to bed and laid him down, petting his hair affectionately as she did so. Then she fetched him some water and sat beside him. 

“So uh…sounds like you finished?” 

“Mmmhmmm,” she grinned. “It was very satisfying.” 

His eyes widened. “Wait, you—are you saying we’re done?” 

“Unless you want to go again?” 

He laughed breathlessly. “No! No, I mean, yes, eventually, but not tonight. I think I might pass out again.” 

“That’s what I thought.” She laid beside him and rested her head on his chest. “That was perfect, thank you.” 

“I don’t know if I did anything.” 

“The way you talked to me. And you pulled my hair…” she shivered. “Oh, that was lovely.” 

“Huh. Well, guess I cracked the code, huh?” 

“You found a weakness I didn’t know I had.” She kissed his cheek gently. “I’m very pleased with you. I knew you’d be a good lover.” 

“I just hope I’ll be a good husband,” he said honestly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. 

“Undoubtly.” 

Epilogue

It’s been two years since Astrid took Hiccup as her lover and husband, and not a day passed that he regretted that decision. Wingmaiden Island became a second home, and the girls were always excited to welcome him back. 

It wasn’t long after their first night together that Astrid started showing signs of pregnancy (surprising no one) and Hiccup eagerly stayed and helped take care of his wife while she carried his child. 

It was a dream come true. Conversations with like-minded individuals, learning more and more about dragons than he could ever imagine, and everyone greeted him with earnest pleasantness. Even as a man in an all-female society. 

The near nightly sex didn’t hurt either. 

Zephyr came into the world on a bright sunny day. He named her, but Astrid enthusiastically agreed with the name. 

It wasn’t but a few days later that Astrid declared it was time to start on baby #2. Hiccup wasn’t so sure, but decided not to argue. 

Now his son, Nuffink, had entered the world, and things would be different. With a girl, she could stay on the island, but boys were expected to leave with their fathers. 

It was that time, too. Hiccup was required to leave for a length of time, right at hatching season for the Razorwhips. This is when the babies were the most vulnerable, and it was imperative the mothers smelled no males around for several weeks. 

There was just…one little problem. 

Hiccup tightened the tackle on Toothless for what seemed like the hundredth time. Astrid and the children would be coming with him to Berk for a few days to finally meet his dad. She’d have to return shortly after, but she’d been eager to meet his family and see where he grew up. 

He expected she’d want to knock some heads together as well. 

“Okay, so um…” He rubbed his hands together. “Ready to go?” 

“I am eager! Long has it been since I left the island, and never for so long!” Then she narrowed her eyes. “What makes you anxious, my love? Flying with the little ones?” 

“What? No no, I made sure the basket is secure. I just…I haven’t quite been honest with you.” 

She frowned. “How so?” 

“...I never told my father about you.” 

Her eyes went wide, hurt. “You haven’t?” 

“Not for lack of want! I just–it all happened so fast, I was afraid of telling him. He’s really intimidating.” 

She stepped up to him and leaned over him. “Are you saying I’m not?” 

“Trust me, it’s very hard to tell which one of you I’m more afraid of.” 

That made her smirk, ever so slightly. 

“But I’ve put it off long enough. Zephyr and Nuffink should know their grandfather. My father deserves to know where I’ve been ‘galavanting’ off to all this time. And most importantly, every woman in the archipelago should know I’m off the market.” 

This made Astrid laugh, and she squeezed his shoulder. 

The flight to Berk was long. He carried Zephyr on Toothless, while Astrid carried Nuffink on her Nadder, Stormfly. (“A Nadder? Not a Razorwhip?” “Nadders are the ideal surrogate parent. Razorwhip mothers sometimes reject their babies, and Nadders adopt any baby that they can.”) 

When Berk was in sight, Astrid gasped in awe. “It’s such a big village!” 

“It’s not that big,” he smirked. “But bigger than yours, I suppose. I’ll give you the full tour…after we talk to my father.” 

The horns sounding his arrival echoed over the cliffs, and Hiccup knew there was no turning back now. 

He landed in the square, and immediately people came to greet him and the ‘newcomer’ he brought with. So far, no one suspected they were married, or even romantically involved. 

“Hiccup!” Stoick called, running from the Great Hall. “You’re home!” 

“Haha…yep!” He chuckled weakly. 

Stoick lifted him up into a back-breaking hug and swung him side to side before setting him down. “I see you brought some strays home with you this time! Not to worry, we have plenty of room!” 

“Well, actually—” 

“But before that, I have big news!” He took a scroll out of his belt. “Someone finally sent an offer for marriage! It’s about time! I’m sure hearing that your prospective suitor is off galavanting around the world made them hesitant, but this one doesn’t seem to mind so much!” 

“Dad,” Hiccup said sternly, firmer than he’d ever spoken before. “I’ll be turning that down.” 

“Oh?” The man said, his brows furrowing. “What for? Don’t tell me it’s more of this ‘I don’t want to be tied down’ nonsense! You’re 21 for Odin’s sake!” 

Hiccup blushed slightly. “No! In fact, I have a girl I love!” 

Stoick went wide-eyed before ripping the letter up. “Is that so? What is she like?” 

Hiccup took a deep breath before going over and wrapping his arm around Astrid’s waist, his head below her shoulder. “Dad…this is Chieftess Astrid of the Wingmaidens…my wife.” 

“WHAT!?”

“A-a-and these are my children, Zephyr and Nuffink.” 

“WHAT!?” Stoick went red in the face, and Hiccup wondered if steam would come out of his ears. 

Smoothly, Astrid approached Stoick with all the grace, poise, and might as ever and smiled at him. She was his height, and stared him in the eye. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chief Stoick. I’m eager to see if this union to your son will be prosperous to both of our tribes. I expect it will be.” 

Stoick calmed down quite immediately, a smile starting to form on his lips. “I…I suppose it shall. Astrid, was it?” 

“Yes,” she turned the babe in her arms towards him. “And this is Nuffink, your grandson. I hope he serves Berk well.” 

“Can…can I hold him?”

“But of course!” She gently handed the babe over.

Hiccup watched in fascination as his father melted. The man was in love, and Hiccup sighed in relief. He took Zephyr out of her cradle and brought her forward. “This is the oldest, Zephyr. She has your smile.” 

“Aye, she does…” Stoick whispered, his voice watery. “And your mother’s hair.” He took her into his other arm. 

“Crisis averted,” Hiccup murmured to his wife. 

“I have grandchildren!” Stoick exclaimed. “---And a daughter in law!”