Draga snaps her fingers and three men appear behind her. They open the door to Hiccup's cell, but he doesn't even try to flee or to fight them. He doesn't stand a chance anyway and wants to safe his energy for later, for a better opportunity.

His hands get bound on his back by heavy metal cuffs and then he gets shoved out of his cell. He stumbles but catches himself, just in time to fing himself face to face with Draga.

She runs a hand over his torso and he doesn't like it. He feels like meat on display, like livestock at best. His eyes are focus on the opposite wall, and he is intent on not showing any reaction to her touch. Instead, he wants to get her talking.

„What do you m- mmpff"

Her hand closes around his manhood, sharp fingernails scraping over his balls and he needs to bite his lip to not react more audibly.

„What I mean?" she asks as she keeps massaging him „I mean that I am the greatest dragon master this world has ever seen. I'm the Queen of all Dragons! No-one was ever able to challenge me. No-one but you, that is."

By now, Hiccup can't help his body's reaction to her touch. His cock begins to fill out and he desperately tries to fight it. He thinks of his friends, and about how he needs to find out where they are. He thinks of his people who need him to get out of here and to safe them. He thinks of his parents, both dead in the snow.

Draga audibly huffs in irritation as he softens again. „Stubborn boy!" She scolds. „But you wouldn't take the easy route, would you? Not ever!"

With a sly smirk, she slowly walks around him, running her fingernails up his torso. She scrapes his nipple and than goes on, over his shoulder and back down his spine. Hiccup shudders under her touch but refuses to give in in any way.

„I want you, Hiccup Haddock. I want you to stand by my side when I rule this world. I want to have fun with you because you're the only worthy male out there. I want you to fuck me until a worthy heir grows inside me. And then I want you to fuck every woman I can find until I have an army of talented soldiers."

Hiccup snorts, followed by a low yelp as Draga presses her finger between his legs from behind.

„You're crazy!" He gasps out. „If you think I'd help you in any way, then you're crazy! And I surely won't stand as some kind of breeder. I'd rather die!"

Draga stands in front of him again. „Oh, is that so?" she asks with an artificial pout that instantly turns into a menacing snear. „I've honestly hoped you would say that. See, I could force you, you know that, right?" Her hand glides past his cock, fingers pressing against his ass. "But I want you to do it. I want you to want it! And it's going to be so much more fun to… convince you!"

Draga leaves the cell room and Hiccup has no choice but to follow her. Once outside, he sees that it's actually bright daylight, early afternoon, judging by the light. He looks around, hoping to find any clues as to where he is, where his friends could be, and how they could escape.

What he sees is discouraging.

He stands in an ice fortress, obviously made by Draga's Bewilderbeast. The icy walls reach high up above them before they cave inward to build a roof of some sort. But instead of a dragon sanctuary, this is Helheim. There are shabby buildings, barracks from their looks, and campfires everywhere. Not a single plant grows on the dirty ground and wherever Hiccup looks, he sees dragons in chains and metal armor. Their eyes are empty, just like Toothless's had been, when…

„Hiccup!"

Hiccup's head jerks around at the sound of this familiar voice. He spots a group of derisively grinning men, laughing cordially at one another, coming their way. It takes him a minute to notice the smaller figure between them. Astrid gets dragged along, bound in a weird leather harness that doesn't cover anything and chained by similar cuffs as his. And she looks horrible!

Her body is covered in scratches and bruises everywhere. Some shallow cuts even seem to still bleed. Her hair is torn out of her braid, desheveled in a way he only knows too well and her face…

Rage boils up inside Hiccup. There are traces of drying white fluid on her face and now that he's seen it, there's more. It's everywhere. Her face, her hair and more or less her entire body are covered in cum, some dried already, some dripping down her legs.

How dare they?

How dare these men lay hand on her?

They would die, all of them!

Astrid's eyes are wide and filled with tears as the men lead her onward. When she sees him, she tries to bold, to drag her chains free and run toward him. But the thugs don't let her. Instead, they laugh and yank on her chain, hard, and with a strangled cry, Astrid lands on her back on the muddy ground.

„I said, don't hurt her!" Draga sounds angry and something like hope rises inside Hiccup. Maybe… „We still need her."

Hiccup grits his teeth once again. He remembers what Draga said about her plan and if Astrid is to play a part in it, then it surely isn't a good one.

„What is this all about?" he inquires, eyes glued to Astrid's hunched figure. She's still on the ground, fighting to, at least, get up on her knees.

Draga gives him a dazzling smile and then crouches down beside Astrid. The Queen grabbs Astrid's arm and helps her back on her feet before leading her toward him. Up close, she looks even worse. There's a mean bruise showing around her left eye and her lower lip is split and bloody.

And then Draga says in a sweet voice, „If you don't want to fuck me, how about her then?"


Such fun...

And I plan to build in some sort of recovery.