A Sleepy Romance

Hiccup had barely gotten through the door of his house when he was assaulted by his wife. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips knocked him to the ground.

"Not that I wish to sound ungrateful, or unappreciative," Hiccup gasped when he was finally allowed back up for air. "But what is the occasion?"

Astrid grinned slyly, and she stepped close, long, thin, fingers reaching down his waist to stroke the dragon that had been stirred by her assault… to her husband's blushing surprise.

"Oh nothing, just a bored wife welcoming her husband home." She took a small step back, and smiled teasingly, "I bought something today. Thought it would be... fun."

She reached into the pouch on her belt, unclipping the brass clasp with a snap, and withdrew a small item. Hiccup's eyes widened as he saw her purchase. It was a small bottle made from expensive glass; in it was a dark, honey-coloured elixir that seemed to shine in the firelight of the hearth. Astrid had surprised him; normally she was a pragmatic woman, with very little care for luxuries, besides the ones he made as gifts. To go out of her way to purchase something like this? Hiccup shuddered at what this might have cost her.

"Trader Johann brought me this," she brought a hand to his lips, cutting of the question forming on his tongue. "And before you ask, it was a favour I cashed in."

Hiccup caught her hand, giving it a quick kiss. "I was actually going to ask what it is?"

At this line of question Astrid, much to his surprise, turned bashful, lowering her eyes. There was a long moment, with only the crackle of the hearth, and the loud snort of Toothless from the bedroom. He was about to ask again, when finally she gave a small, half-whispered reply.

"It's... It's a sleeping draught."

"A… what?"

Astrid blushed a little. "A sleeping draught."

She looked back up at him, biting her lower lip. Finally she stepped close and reached down, cupping his crotch, massaging his length through his leather trousers. There was that boldness she was so famous for. He gasped, almost thrusting his hip forwards.

"I wanted to try something new. Something in the bed room," she gushed, racing through the embarrassment. "I wanted you to have your way with me... but in a way that I can't resist."

"What does that have to do..." It suddenly dawned on him. Seeing understanding, Astrid nodded.

"I'm going to take this, then you get to do whatever you want to me," she held up her hand, cutting off his protest. "Please Hiccup? I want this."

Hiccup fell silent for a moment. Her eyes were big, wide, filled with need yet coupled with fear. Fear of rejection. Fear that he would turn around and leave. Finally Hiccup sighed, and nodded.

"Okay," He smiled, though unsure of himself, he could never deny Astrid anything. "Right now?"

"Right now," Astrid grinned excitedly, grabbing his hand and tugging him to their bedroom.

Clothes flew as the two of them ascended the stairs. Shirts flew, and pieces of armour clanked as they bounced off the floor. Astrid's breast wraps landed somewhere unknown, letting her modest breasts bounce as they rushed into their room at the top of the stairs.

Toothless snorted irritably. The two humans were in heat again. He rolled his eyes and huffed. He wouldn't get any sleep with the smells that they would be throwing off. Let alone the noises they made. Why couldn't humans mate during a single time of the year, like sensible people? optional :P

As they stopped in front of the bed, Hiccup latched onto one of Astrid's nipples, sucking hard, before releasing the nub with a wet pop. She sighed in pleasure; he had marked her. She expected she would have a dozen similar bruises before the night was done. She giggled to herself; it would be fun to try and find all of them. She fell to her knees helping him out of his trousers, giving his member a teasing kiss as it was freed from its confines. Climbing to her feet, Astrid gave him another kiss, their tongues duelling. He let out a small whimper, as Astrid took his bottom lip in her teeth, before pulling away, and bringing up the bottle.

"Astrid," Hiccup stopped her with a gentle hand. "Before we do this, I want to hear it one last time. Do you want this?"

In answer Astrid pulled the stopper, and drained the bottle in a single gulp, grimacing at the taste.

"I do. I want this so much," the elixir was quick working, she could already feel her eye lids becoming heavy. "Love you babe."

Hiccup guided her to the bed. "Love you too, mi'lady."

Her blue eyes closed, and the sound of her breathing slowed, quiet and measured. Hiccup sat back.

Astrid's body was open to him.

He had free reign.

Anything he wanted.

There was only one problem. He had no idea where to start. Usually he started with his mouth on her sex. But that seemed almost... redundant. He shook his head, He was over-thinking. Better to do what you know, then to let an opportunity go to waste. Crawling up to her, he parted her limp legs. Despite the fact Astrid was sound asleep, she still glistened with arousal and need. He admired her for a moment, sliding a long finger into her slit. He grinned, and ran his tongue up and down her folds. He was surprised to hear her little gasps and sweet moans escape from her, as he continued his ministrations. Causally lapping at the juices that ran from her, he choose a steady, almost lazy pace. To be perfectly honest, Hiccup was enjoying himself far too much. He did miss the fingers in his hair, and the quiet chanting of his name, the small gasps, and the gentle moans which came from his wife; they were rather arousing in their own way.

He continued to lap, adding a finger, then a second, gently thrusting up to the knuckle, in time with his tongue. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt her body tremble, as Astrid's little noises came more frequent, urgent until at last, Astrid's body shuddered, as the orgasm ran its course through her. Though Hiccup was surprised, he continued to thrust, and lick. He dutifully rode out the wave of arousal that seemed to flood over her. When it was done, he stepped back. Sweat gleamed off his wife, her braid had come somewhat undone, and her body was still shivering as the last bits of her orgasm rolled over her like a wave.

Finally she calmed, and Hiccup began to circle her again. Wondering what to do next.

Toothless watched his Hiccup. He was worried. This mating behaviour was strange. Yes, humans were strange, but this was by far the strangest he had ever seen. His human's mate hadn't made the same chanting calling she usually made when his Hiccup put his mouth on her, nor had she grabbed him to hold him there. Toothless tilted his head. In fact, she just laid there, like a piece of meat. He snorted, but decided to watch. His Hiccup didn't seem all that concerned, but he would keep an eye on them all the same.

The bed creaked, as Hiccup took his place between Astrid's legs. He held them wide, enjoying the sight of her at such rest. Her lips were just parted, and her breasts rose and fell with each steady breath. Already her left nipple was starting to bruise with his mark, so he took the other one in his mouth. A slight gasp of pain, so silent Hiccup's ears almost missed it escaped from Astrid, as Hiccup marked her again. Pleased with himself, he did it again, and again. Neck, shoulder, collar, a dozen love bruises marred her pale skin by the time Hiccup was through.

He grinned as he looked down. His member was hard, ridged, pulsing with need, matching the juices running from Astrid's sex. Slowly he teased the opening, pushing just ever so slightly, enjoying Astrid's primal reactions as she shivered, devoid of any semblance of thinking action.

Then he plunged in, sheathing himself to the hilt.

Astrid gasped, and whimpered, but didn't waken as Hiccup withdrew, and thrust again, before falling back to a steady rhythm.

Beneath him Astrid panted and shuddered, moaned, and gasped. Hiccup missed the sync of movement. How Astrid would rise to meet his thrusts with her own…

But while he may have missed that, he wouldn't deny that this was arousing too.

He had complete control. Her body was his. Hiccup felt a grin cross his face as he hammered on, plunging deeper. Grabbing her limp legs, he lifted them on to his shoulders, pushing deeper into her. Beneath him Astrid spasmed, as another orgasm over took her sleeping form. Hiccup grinned as he felt his own, building in his loins. As he rode the final, crashing waves, Hiccup sheathed himself deep, and let go. He held himself there for a moment, before his strength melted, and he crashed to the bed, managing to turn so as not to crush her.

He panted, allowing himself a moment to recover. He smiled as he pulled out, enjoying the small gasp, and even imagined a brief look of disappointment as he left his wife empty, save for the seed he had left in her. Hiccup grind, wiping sweat from his brow, before he leaned down, kissing her.

"Just one more thing to try, Mi'lady." He grinned.

Grabbing her arm and leg, he flipped her over onto her belly. Then, reaching over to the night stand, he grabbed a bottle of oil; splashing some onto his fingers, before stroking himself back to hardness.

Leaning down, he spread her perfect rear, smiling at the sight of the tight hole.

They had done this only once before. Astrid hadn't much cared for it, but this was Hiccup's night, and he was enjoying the perks of a body given just for him. Slowly he pushed his finger into her second hole. In, out, in out. Every now, and then he would withdraw his finger, soaking it in oil, before entering it again. He was careful. Listening to her gasps, and moans. Listening for pain, and not necessarily pleasure.

Timidly he added the second finger, slowly massaging the tight hole open wide enough to accommodate his member. Finally after several minutes he judge her to be ready. Her second opening was well lubed, and oil gleamed from his member.

Carefully he lined up, and pushed in.

Astrid gasped, her body twitched beneath him, but he pushed on, slowly and carefully, enjoying the tightness, and the heat.

Finally he began to thrust. His eyes rolled back and closed out of pleasure.

This. This was wonderful. He kept his thrusts steady, and listened carefully. While there was some pain in Astrid's noises, there was pleasure too. So he continued, pushing a little deeper in time. He knew it wouldn't last. It was too tight, too warm. The very taboo of what he was doing to his sleeping wife spurred him on. With a last thrust, he spilled into her rear, emptying his reserves, and slowly pulling out.

A few seconds later Hiccup felt himself collapsing next to Astrid.

Exhausted.

Drained.

But happy.

Grinning widely he fell into a deep sleep, clutching his wife to his side.

It was late morning by the time Astrid woke. And the first thing she felt was sore. Sore all over. Her legs were sore; she smiled when she saw the bruises from her husband's grasp on her legs. Her breasts were sore, even her well-shaped bottom was sore.

Astrid grimaced as she eyed the pot of oil on the night stand. It didn't take much to figure out what Hiccup had done last night. Though she supposed she had no reason to complain. She had told him to use her after all.

Astrid wandered down stairs, deciding not to dress, she simply felt like she wanted to be naked today. She laughed, she wanted to find all the bruises Hiccup had left to mark her.

Coming into the main hall she found Hiccup at the table, finishing a late breakfast. He smiled as he looked up, coming over to fondle her breast, mindful of the bruise he had left. She gasped, thrusting her chest into his hand before sighing in pleasure. "Mmm… How did you enjoy your night, babe?"

Hiccup grinned. "It was wonderful. Different. Not something I would want to do all the time, but it was fun," He kissed her. "Thank you mi'lady."

Astrid grinned. "Good, because Johann still owes me another bottle," she hugged him, taking his earlobe between her teeth. "And next time... It's my turn, and this is mine."

Hiccup gulped as she slapped his rear.

Astrid laughed. She couldn't wait.