Summary: Hiccup was never a fan of the tradition Bath Day. A day where all the Vikings go to the bathing pools and clean off the grime of the week. There were just too many naked people for the Chief's liking. That is why he was happy when he found a small pool secluded and hidden from his tribe years ago. At least, he thought it was a secret from everyone.
This will be a series of random sex scenes, with a little bit of plot, between Hiccup and Eira (my OC).
Day 1:
Hiccup sighed as he sulked through the woods carrying his supplies. Today was not his favorite day. Now he enjoyed being clean and well groomed. He practically used his wash bin every other night to wash the grime away. It was the company he did not wish to see. He loved his fellow tribe's men, but seeing them all standing proudly naked in the bathing pools being the barbaric Vikings they were was something he did not want to carve into his memories. As a child, he paid no mind to the others, but as he grew into his teens he could no longer go with them. Not the way they made fun of him with clothes on. He did not want to know what they would say while he was his scrawny naked self. But then the gods blessed him of that fateful day years ago.
It was the first day that the other teen boys were allowed to go to the men's spring, instead of the kiddie ones their moms always took them. Hiccup not having a mother had always gone to the men's with his father, but the others took this as a sign of becoming men themselves. At the time Hiccup could care less about their remarks, he just wanted the day over with. It always rolled off him like rainwater. This time they ditched him in the forest and he had somehow managed to stumble upon the small pool.
It was a paradise to the awkward lad. A beautiful waterway paradise. The best part he knew there was no other Viking in sight. Meaning none of his fellow friends were around. The pool was surrounded by thick bushes and trees. A small waterfall, which fell over rocks and boulders, provided the water source. The pool was just deep enough to stand and from the look of it, it would reach his chest. Now a days it reach his hips and he could sit and relax on some of the hidden stones beneath. Another amazing thing was even after years of coming to this private oasis, no one found out about this place. Except his Night Fury of course, but no one else. Not even Astrid.
He always joked to himself that it was because he was so great at lying, but with him being Chief he didn't have to do that. He just gave the word and everyone followed. It was one perk he enjoyed about his new titled and it had been that way for a few years now.
The only reason he was sulking now was because Toothless was more inclined to stay back in the village with Cloudjumper rather than follow him into the forest, making his trek to the spring longer than he was use too. After walking through he didn't mind, some time alone with his thoughts sounded wonderful after the bustle of his duties today. Walking through, he did catch the hooting and hollering of some of the men. His green eyes rolled as he walked the opposite direction and towards his private spring.
The Chief was in his own little world while strolling the woods. He was in his head so much that he almost missed the faint melancholy hum breaking the natural tune of nature. When he did snap out of it he immediately went on the defense. He pulled out the small dagger he carried as he went to search for the noise. The tone was so harmonic that his first thought was it was a Death Song. If it was one then he needed to relocate it as soon as possible or else there would be amber popsicle dragons on Berk. He kept up his silent stalking pace towards the sound. As he was heading straight to the source he realized he was walking towards his bathing spot. It did not surprise him, it would be a great source of water for any dragon, yet growing closer he was becoming confused. Either he was adding words to the tune himself or he was very wrong in his first assumption.
He placed his weapon back into its sheath and still powered forward. He heard tales of sirens (mostly from Eret), but those were drunken sailor stories that no one believed. Kind of like the myth about trolls. There was no way a woman could lure men to his death by a song alone. Yet Hiccup was still walking towards the lulling sound. Though it was more of him being curious as to who had found his spot. The humming was pleasant to his ears however.
Reaching the pool the Chief hid behind one of the pine trees before finally looking at who his intruder was. By the noise alone he knew it was a woman, so every fiber of his being was telling him not to look. That he knew what he would see if he did. That voice was pushed away as he peered around the tree. His eyes widen when it was confirmed it was a naked woman. A very beautiful, very naked young woman. He quickly ducked behind the tree once realizing he was starring. His heart was pounding and he knew exactly where all the blood was rushing too.
Now it wasn't like he hadn't seen a naked woman. It just had been a while. Years actually. Especially, since Astrid had left Berk to go adventuring, as she had put it. He didn't blame her, he would do the same if in her shoes. However, her traveling and not being on Berk had put whatever they were on hold.
He completely forgot about taking his own bath as he ran home. One to give the girl her privacy and two because he did not want to be called a pervert. He would be too if he was caught and if anyone saw the bulged in his trousers. Being the Chief would not help him if he was caught either.
As soon as he was home he went straight to his room. Bathing supplies thrown in the corner. He was only thankful that his mother had not stopped by the house. He didn't think he could sit and chat to her with his manhood the way it was. He made a beeline to his desk and decided whatever project of concern was sitting in his pile would be a good distraction away from the beauty he had just peeked on. He was shuffling between papers for a while now, but his mind kept drifting towards the woman.
The way her skin was glistening as the water rolled off. Her hands sliding from her hips and up her slender waist. And the way her fingers were dancing across her breast making their way into her dark wet hair. All while she was softly singing to herself. Being completely unaware that someone was watching her as she stood underneath the small waterfall.
By the tenth time of that image replaying, he finally gave in. He doubled and triple checked all the doors and made sure they were locked. He did not want to be receiving any surprise guest. When he was positive of his privacy, off went his pants. He was still sitting at his desk and he sighed in relief that his pants no longer constricted his manhood. It had been a while since he was even this hard and it had also been a while since he had time to even masturbate. Yet as soon as his hand wrapped around his girth and started to move, it was a feeling he did not know why he ever stopped. He moaned when his thumb brushed over the tip as more of his pre-cum started to drizzle out. He began panting as his rhythm gained speed and his mind drifted to picture a soft slender hand around his length instead of his calloused larger one. He then groaned seeing in his mind that she was also teasing herself with a free hand, just like she unknowing did for him back at the spring. His hand tightened and quicken its pace one he turned her soft hums of a song into desperate moans of her begging for him. Soon he gave his nameless siren all of him as he imagined coating her walls in his thick cum and then it slowly pooling out of her and into the water once he pulled away.
He leaned back in his chair as he regained his breathing as well as falling back into reality. Looking around he sighed. He really would have coated her wall with the amount of cum on his floor and wall. Grabbing a rag he began to clean up his mess. In his moment of cleaning and putting his clothes back on, the guilt of what he had done was finally sinking in. not that he masturbated; no he planned to do that more often when he could. No, the reason that the guilt was creeping up was because the woman he pictured was not his fierce blonde Viking warrior, Astrid. Instead it was a stranger. A very beautiful young naked stranger that happen to be bathing in his cool spring.
He was lingering too long on the idea again because when he looked down he cursed. There was his manhood standing proudly again wanting to be used. And so he was going to… again. However, he was determined to imagine Astrid this time. It was not as easy as he had hoped and for the second time he managed to cum because his imagination ran wild for another girl.
A/N: Sorry everyone for a long wait. I have just been busy with work, but at least you guys know I am still alive and still working on stories. I write when I can, but like I said work does take up my time so its a slow process. Please let me know if you like this so far, you guys can always private message me (more likely to get a faster answer to questions this way) or leave a review.