"I kind of want to BITE it."
Astrid puffed, amused, into the too-hot space between them, hunched in that focused, somewhat ominous curiosity as she had perhaps four or five times previously, parting Hiccup's tunic from his waistband like the lid of a treasure chest and reverently, greedily examining that strange toy she'd found there with a firm grip and cold fingers.
Hiccup swallowed nervously, biting his lip and squirming, trembling as he resisted the temptation to buck into her grip.
"BITE it?" His thighs tensed against her at the thought, though it would take far more than that prospect for his little nail-hard Viking member to balk. "You could… lick it, if you wanted… But I'm not so sure about, ah, biting."
Astrid's nose wrinkled in that way she had. "Why would I want to LICK it? It's all… oozy." In spite of that, she gave it a careful stroke, which made Hiccup all but whimper as he focused his entire tiny self on her with a watchful eagerness he couldn't quite keep hidden. She snorted, amused. "I bet it's sort of… chewy."
"Astrid..." he croaked. He wished he could make himself protest further, but he could barely speak between hoping she wouldn't stop playing with him and hoping he wouldn't ruin it all as he had the times before with his sudden ejaculation.
He supposed it must not have bothered her TOO much if she kept wanting to mess with it, though. The bruises she dealt him were a small price to pay for the tingly, fuzzy, throbby feeling of being her plaything even for a moment.
He didn't want her to BITE it, though… He wasn't sure about the way she was looking at it, examining its tender freckled velvety belly and licking thoughtfully at her teeth.
"Astrid– Astrid… please don't, it'll–"
He sucked in a breath as she bent in, and he felt the poker-hot tips of her wet teeth close gently around the side of his shaft, his face twisting into a wince as his penis gave a longing twinge in her firm, tongueless, mechanical grip.
It did hurt, a little. But not in a bad way. He was much too dizzy with the new heat and essence of her humid breath and lovely-smelling hair in such close proximity for the sting to be anything short of delightful.
"Ah– Ouch..." he managed to gag out, staring in awe as she drew up again, smiling. His little prick twitched, its sides traced in tiny lines of now-icy saliva.
She puffed, amused. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She took it in her grip again before hastily releasing it again. "Why does it always… drool like that?" She wrinkled her nose, wiping her hand off on his thigh, and then trying in vain to dab the wet tip of him dry with the corner of his tunic.
"I'm sorry, it's– you're TOUCHING it," he mumbled, watching her very closely. "Do you–" He swallowed hard. "Are you going to… bite it again?"
She biffed him gently on the arm. "I thought you didn't want me to bite it?"
"Uh..." He wasn't sure what to say, or whether to nod or shake his head, so he just made a sort of squeak and continued flushing bright red.
This seemed to pique that predatory interest he could not resist abut her; his insides tangled in bliss as he watched her consider disemboweling him with an agonizing eagerness.
"Maybe," she mumbled, continuing to try to wipe him dry, "if it stops being gross."
"It isn't… so bad," he offered, hesitantly. "I mean, I'm not the only one in the world who gets, um, damp, you know. It's because you're touching it..."
"Blegh," she muttered. Her NOT touching it, however, to his delight, seemed to be out of the question.
Thankfully she didn't, or couldn't, wait on the impossible, and sliding his foreskin up as far as it would go to try to stop the leaking as best she could, she bent once more and sank her teeth gently around his shaft again, this time right over the tip.
"Mmmnnn–aohh!" Hiccup twisted, her mouth humid and hot, feeling the sliiiightest brush of her tongue against him even though she'd tried to draw it away. Indeed if it hadn't been for the sharp pinch choking him, he unquestionably would've found himself shooting straight down her throat right then.
Yet somehow he remained in this delicious, dangerous limbo, feeling cold, so cold, his prick throbbing as if trying to reach for her as she drew away again, shivering as she clumsily let her mouth bump against his tip on its way out.
Hiccup watched, enthralled, as she reluctantly bit at her moistened lip. Maybe she… tasted him?
"...Is it… bad?" He swallowed nervously, watching her face tense, her eyes flick up to his again.
She hissed softly, glaring dangerously as if daring him to react unfavorably. "No."
Hiccup hastily adorned the appropriate hint of terror in his expression, though it was like his entire body was throbbing with his eager, heady heartbeat.
All said and done, he hadn't expected her to dip in AGAIN, this time munching almost hungrily at the side of his prick as she chased up the new fat droplet sliding down it, this time painting him with hot-to-ice saliva that made him choke in surprise.
Astrid promptly cuffed him in the ribs for sounding too pleased, even as she drew her tongue searchingly across his tip. She gave him a sharp nip. "Quit making it weird!"
"S-sorry," he mumbled. "I can't help it… it feels… I mean, it IS weird. Y-you're the one who wanted to bite it!"
She glared viciously, though was ultimately unable to tear herself from the task of chasing back the next droplet of crystal syrup he oozed, using slightly more nipping teeth than was necessary. "It feels all twitchy and funny in my teeth! I just wasn't expecting...Ugh!"
It was uncanny, really. It was all Hiccup could do to try not to make a sound as she licked up those droplets, first hesitantly, with her nose wrinkled in disbelief and a grudging amount of scraping teeth, then with an increasing smoothness and eagerness, as if his own gross nectar had put her under some kind of spell.
Indeed Hiccup half-wondered if she'd sort of forgotten it was attached to him, that she was tasting him, that he could feel each rough lick and nip tingling like electricity through him, building to a point where he couldn't help but whimper through his teeth, and squirm, trying to figure out what to do with his hands that wasn't flat out yanking her tight against him; his hands flailed helplessly, first tangling in parts of her hair and then flapping along her ears, neck, shoulders like wounded butterflies.
Distractedly, one of her hands shot up to meet his own, knotting up in his fingers and pinning it to his thigh. Her eyes flicked away from their focus to narrow at him as she drew away for a moment and paused, leaving him a poor twitching mess, his penis giving an angry flick, gushing again as if to prove her work was futile.
"How much more do you have?" Astrid snorted in disbelief, smearing it thoughtfully in her fingers.
He swallowed, twisting in agony. "I don't… I, ah, I've gotta... Please keep– keep doing that..."
"It's not pee, is it?" She stiffened suddenly, skeptical.
"N-no! No, but I might– um, you know. If you keep… I mean, I-I want you to keep..."
"Oh," she murmured, somewhat more hesitantly, with an evaluating sort of look into his helpless red face.
"Is it…awful?" he choked, worried.
She sighed, hastily looking back down, her large ears red. "...You're sort of… sweet. Actually."
After a beat, the unlapped droplet and the prospect of a mouth too occupied for awkward conversation proved sufficient distraction, and she found herself drawn back to the task somewhat reluctantly but also with a sort of determination, flicking her tongue up his trembling length and drawing… his tip… inside… nibbling as she tried to suck him from the source.
This was the point at which he couldn't resist a greedy buck of his hips, an open-mouthed gasp, his nails digging into her hand. She was surprised; she gagged, and though the feeling of him trying to climb down her throat was not altogether pleasant, her eyes narrowed in a sort of satisfaction regardless and she sucked back all the stronger.
Getting him to do funny things like that was why she played this game at all, of course. It was immensely entertaining how this expressive, adorable little organ of his could drive the stubborn greedy animal out of him.
"AstridAstridAstrid–!" Hiccup wailed, squirming, feeling her hot sloshy mouth now locked tight, tongue and teeth all around his sensitive, twitching head, feeling her tracing along each minute detail and trying to suck him dry. "Oh gods, Astrid– I'm gonna, I-I'm –"
He'd simultaneously attempted to give her fair warning and prevented her escape with a tight grip of her hair, quaking too much with euphoria to even feel her retaliating nip against his throbbing little prick as it coughed into her gagging throat, forcing her to sneeze up part of his explosion of thick, creamy seed.
Likewise he hardly felt or cared as she shoved away and he melted back onto the grass, twitching and warm and throbbing, underbits cold and wet and limpening and tender. His arms were too heavy to tuck it away just yet.
He squinted up at Astrid as she rose over him, unable to read her expression. Everything was red and warm and fuzzy and he didn't think he could feel more happy, more sleepy. He moved his mouth, trying to thank her, or proclaim his love for her, or something, but he just sort of gasped like a drunken fish.
Keeping her mouth shut tight, Astrid wiped her nose grudgingly and gazed down at the stupid dweeb, considering. Such an interesting game this was.
She bent, then, and kissed him.
That seemed to bring him somewhat to his senses.
"Aw– aw! Pffeh! Astrid!" Hiccup squirmed onto his side as he found his mouth filled with something quite a bit like seawater, though far thicker, perhaps a bit more bitter, and certainly much more Hiccupy, most of which he swallowed down quite impulsively. He squinted up at her in disbelief
She swallowed too, the prospect far more palatable now that she was sharing the burden. "That was kind of my thought, too," she confessed, giving him a playful biff on the shoulder and yanking up his pants for him. "It seemed like it was especially important that that ended up in someone's mouth for some reason."
Hiccup sighed, stretching back onto his back. For Thor's sake. "...Thanks, Astrid."
She chuckled. "You'd better not mention it."
As if he could now.