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-Line, Blah, Line-
The trek through the tunnel to open air was surprisingly short in comparison to the seemingly endless walk to the cavern. Perched in the opening of a tunnel large enough to allow the Night Fury to stretch out his wings, Toothless peered out at the land before him. His exit had actually led to a sheer drop, the gaping entrance overlooking a surprisingly lush valley for the Isle of Berk. To his left, he could see the ominous clouds of the storm that had down him and his precious rider, the dark grey mass looking as though it hadn't budged an inch. Yet, to his right, softer clouds, sparse, but easily storm worthy should they gather. Directly ahead was the dawning of the night sky, the slate blue of the day waning to give way to velvet black, a few bright stars already shimmering in the dusty purple canvas of sky.
Pain coursed through his heart, hotter than the lightning that had parted him and his Hiccup. Toothless could almost feel his Hiccup sitting beside him, pointing out random stars that had decided to show themselves. The Night Fury could help but purr affectionately a ghostly hand patted his neck, the faint sound of his rider's laughter echoing softly as the memory faded. Groaning tiredly, Toothless looked that way and that seeking the pale light of the night. For all the years he could remember, Toothless never could hold to the belief that there were gods watching over them. They never seemed to do anything and their influence only came from the little tales and stories. Yet, the dog spoke of the gods, he gave him hope that these beings he had never seen could bring back his Hiccup. Toothless clung to that hope like a drowning man clung to a scrap of driftwood.
When he failed to spot the moon, the emotionally wounded dragon growled and tested his tailfin. After the time he had spent with Hiccup as his rider, Toothless feared he would difficulties in flying on his own again as he once again had to control the previously absent tailfin once more. Rolling his shouldered, the Night Fury crouched low, his wings lifting partially as he readied himself to take to the skies. His take off was graceful, unhampered by devilish winds, but with a gentle current, he arced almost lazily upwards, his wings pumping firmly as he sought to reach the top of the cliff. Nearly sixty feet above the tunnel he had launched from, Toothless circled the flat peak, finding very little happiness in being able to fly gracefully without help. Landing heavily, he turned an unwavering gaze to where he knew the moon would be when it reached its zenith.
~~~~~Tilde Time Skip~~~~~
Toothless had yet to budge from his spot. Pain ached dully in the Night Fury's neck, but he refused to tear his gaze from the sky for fear of missing his chance. The moon, naught more than a thin crescent, had traveled agonizingly slow in its journey across the sky. Had he been flying with his Hiccup, the night would have passed all too swiftly for the Night Fury's taste. Now, the pale sliver was mere minutes away from where it needed to be, each second crawling by as though it were an eternity. Recalling the names of the gods the dog had given him, Toothless realized he would not be calling to the gods of the dragons, but rather to the ones humans worshipped. Whining softly, the distressed dragon knew he would have to call upon a secret magic Night Furies possessed, a magic that would leave him horribly weak for a time. To anything else, even dragons outside of his species, the blast looked like any other kind of fire, but to a Night Fury, the ethereal flame held the individual's deepest wishes and desires, even things they didn't even know they longed for.
Another twist was that the fire was harmless, yet, if one were hit by the blast, any information within would be absorbed. Aside from the massive drain of energy, the chance that the bolt would strike the wrong target or hold secrets that shouldn't be known were the main reason why he never used it on his Hiccup. Toothless shuddered slightly as a few of his daydreams came to mind, most of which involved Hiccup and himself lost in a haze of passion and pleasure. He wasn't sure when his adoration for his Hiccup had turned to lust, but every little scene left him wanting and ashamed, if not curious. Would Hiccup turn him away, or would he accept this new level of affection and love?
Lost so deeply in thought, Toothless nearly missed his chance, the pearly curve almost shifting from its peak to start its decent. Inhaling deeply, Toothless quickly began to gather the power needed, his belly growing hot as the magic twisted and coiled within him, fusing with his fire and his desires. Parting his maw slowly, the warning sounds of fire building up could be heard, the dark recesses of his throat beginning to glow a soft blue. In a matter of seconds, it was all over, the force of the expelled fire forcing him to slide backwards a few inches despite his claws gripping the hard stone. The blue bolt rocketed directly towards the moon, the bright flame engulfing the thin shape. He knew it wouldn't actually strike the moon, but there was a chance the gods would snatch it from the sky. Such a chance was not seen as Toothless collapsed, exhausted to the point or wanting to sleep until the day Stoic got on a dragon himself. His poisonous green gaze drifted skyward, the blue bolt had vanished, or at least, that what he thought as he fainted, no longer able to hold out against the strain of a day spent flying through storms, slinking through tunnels, and finding that his Hiccup had died from their folly.
The next thing Toothless could feel was the warmth of the sun dancing gently over his body, chasing away the chill that had clung to him the moment he and his Hiccup had entered the storm. Cracking an eye, he peered up hesitantly at the sky. As he feared, the bright disk had replaced the moon, signaling that he had slept well past the sunrise. With a small panicked roar he leapt from the flat cliff top, diving sharply before snapping over his wings to send himself careening into the large tunnel. After scrabbling at the smooth stone for purchase, Toothless sprinted into the cavern, the moist earthy smell hitting him heavily. Shrugging off the scent, the Night Fury skidded to a halt before the purple pool his Hiccup had been floating in, searching the pool anxiously. To some small measure of relief, the limp form of his companion wasn't present. Turning his head, he looked to places that the dog may have dragged his human to until he spotted something that made him pause. Stepping tentatively forward, he sniffed as what looked to be Hiccup's prosthetic, the new damage to the end that had been meld to Hiccup like nothing the Night Fury had ever seen. Rather than an ugly piece of charred metal and wood, the two completely different elements had morphed together that the top in a beautiful spiraling cone shaped point.
"Toothless?" An all too familiar voice called softly, as if fearing they had gotten the wrong dragon. "Is that you?"
The Night Fury turned his head slowly, his eyes wide with wonder and shock as he gazed upon his beloved Hiccup. The human was stark naked unlike when he had been floating in the pool, his form bare before the intense gaze of the overjoyed dragon. It was almost enough to make Hiccup blush, but he took a hesitant step forward anyway.
"Is it really you bud?"
Hiccup asked again when Toothless failed to move. His state of shock ended the moment the word 'bud' left his human's mouth. With a joyous screech, Toothless pounced, gently knocking Hiccup to the ground as he attacked him with loving nuzzles and slobbery kisses via swiping his tongue along Hiccup's face. The scrawny Viking giggled and laughed as he tried, and failed, to push the over excited dragon back. Eventually, Toothless decided to back off for a minutes or so, his body trembling with unrestrained joy. His human was alive again!
Hiccup attempted to wipe the dragon slime from his face as he sat up, looking at Toothless with a shy smile. He knew he shouldn't feel awkward as his companion was a different species, but he could help but blush as heat radiated off of Toothless, making him horribly aware of his nakedness. The Viking couldn't remember much past their flight during the storm, but he could remember the feeling of being trapped in an utterly black abyss. Then, just as he felt as though he was going to fade, a voice had called to him, gentle and warm. Next he knew, he was talking with a young man that looked about four years older than he was. The male had been lithe and graceful, his skin pale, yet healthy. His hair was a most peculiar white color, the soft looking standing falling every which way in the messy short cut, giving him a wild edge. Wrapped around the man's neck had been a scarf, but he had been otherwise bare. The strangest thing of all were the floppy white dog ears that took place of normal human ears and a long bony tail that protruded from the base of his spine.
They had talked about various things from family to dragons to what time of day they liked. Yet, just as Hiccup thought that things couldn't get any stranger, the man turned into a dog. The dog, still speaking clearly as though he were human, smiled abruptly and stated his goodbye before disappearing. The next thing he knew, he was draped over the edge of a glowing pool, his missing leg restored with the altered prosthetic in his hand. Before him was the dog, still grinning as though knew something Hiccup did not.
'You have been given life my friend, yet be wary, the future is full of change.'
With the odd message left behind, the dog disappeared in a flurry of snow, a wind not felt by Hiccup carrying the chilly stream down one of the many tunnels branching from the cavern. Shortly after getting out of the pool and wandering off a few paces, Toothless had arrived, looking horribly worried. Naturally, Hiccup was a bit wary when he saw the Night Fury had two normal tailfins, but if he had regained the rest of his leg, then it was possible that Toothless could have been healed as well. Running a hand soothingly over the Night Fury's snout, Hiccup smiled once more, still shy, but happy none the less.
"Well that was quite the adventure, huh bud?"
Toothless replied with a small nod, his expression growing slightly hungry. Hiccup's scent was thick without those silly clothes getting in the way, making the dragon's thought process a bit hazy. The Night Fury hummed softly and nosed at the crook of his Hiccup's neck, inhaling his scent deeply before lapping at the smooth flesh there with slow unhurried passes of his tongue, his heated breath puffing softly against the wet skin. The skinny Viking froze, not totally sure of what was going on. Toothless only ever licked him on the face, and even then they were short little flicks made out of joy or excitement. Toothless ignored his human's frozen state, he just wanted to taste, to feel his rider on a new level, to make sure that this was real and not just a daydream or hidden fantasy that teased him mercilessly at night. A small shudder wracked the lithe black body as he sampled his human. The flavor was an odd cross of salty, perhaps from lingering sweat that had failed to come clean in the pool, and a subtle sweetness that had Toothless craving more. Extending a paw forward, the Night Fury gently pushed Hiccup back down, pinning him by the shoulder effortlessly as he trailed further down. With long sensuous passes of the slick broad muscle, Toothless unknowingly teased his rider, the forked tip flicking and rubbing at the dusky peach colored disks on Hiccup's chest, growing intrigued as the soft nubs grew hard and protruded slightly.
Hiccup shivered, a heavy blush stained his cheeks as he fought back the small moans and mewls that threatened to spill past slightly parted lips. As a young man, Hiccup wasn't completely naïve when it came to pleasure, many nights huddled on a far corner of his bed beneath his blankets trying to silently ease the ache in his lions had taught him a few things. Yet, also as a young man, he had to experience past self pleasure, the sensation of Toothless smothering his chest with foreign affection like now was proving to be more than enough stimulation for his lower regions to become interested in the situation. The Night Fury purred, the sound low, but pleased when he found Hiccup wasn't going to resist him. Flicking one of the hardened nubs on purpose, Toothless watched with glee and lust as his Hiccup's face contorted briefly with pleasure, a small whimper of pleasure easing unbidden past parted lips for the dragon the hear. With a purr still rumbling deep in his chest, the Night Fury worked lower, taking time to find those spots that left his rider writhing and willing beneath his tongue. When he had finally reached Hiccup's lower belly, the human's arousal was evident as it bumped and nudged against the underside of his jaw, leaving a wet sticky trail in its wake.
Hiccup could do little more than hiss and groan, his chest heaving as he panted from pleasure. His whole body felt weak, his energy slowly whittled away with each teasing lick. A strangled moan left him as the sensitive tip of his sex rubbed against the smooth scales of Toothless' jaw, driving him mad with want. The Viking knew this was wrong, to utterly wrong, but something about it felt right, like the pleasure Toothless gave him should never end. All ability to think left him the moment something hot and slick traced the underside of his cock, moving slowly from root to tip, the broad tongue fanning out over the very tip to collect the clear droplets of pre that had collected there. Toothless cooed affectionately, truly enjoying the taste as he lapped at his Hiccup's shaft. It was a different shape than his own naturally, but it was obvious that the exotic euphoria that could be found when playing with such an area was no different. Just as Hiccup was on the edge, teetering dangerously between torturous pleasure and sinful bliss, Toothless pulled away with a soft whine.
The small Viking was about to see what was wrong when his faithful companion attacked a new area with his dexterous tongue. Hiccup, shocked into reality, tried to get away to clear his head, yet he only succeeded in turning over onto his hands and knees before Toothless pinned him again by draping his long tail over the human's upper back. Hiccup let slip a loud pleasure groan as the Night Fury lapped at his bud, the small puckered entrance trembling beneath the erotic assault. Hiccup had only ever touched himself once in his most secret of places out of curiosity and the need to feel more, but found dry fingers painful and had avoid touching himself there a second time. Yet, the feel of Toothless' tongue had him arching back, aching for more as his straining organ begged for more, steady beads of pre cum dripping to the floor. A sharp gasp echoed throughout the cavern, drowning out the wet sliding noises as the jet-black dragon drove the wet muscle inside, stretching and coating the tight channel. It didn't take long for his curiosity surrender to the overpowering need for more.
In the course of teasing his Hiccup, the Night Fury found himself unbelievably aroused, his own member having slid from the near invisible slit between his hind legs the moment he began to taste his human's hardened shaft. The thick heavy scent of desire spurred him further, forcing him to part with the Viking's silken inner walls in favor of something else. His heavy tail slid from Hiccup's back as Toothless moved, trailing wet dragon kisses along the human's spine affectionately. Confused and not yet satisfied, Hiccup held still as the warm body of his dragon covered him, only to hiss with surprise and pleasure as something hard, hot, yet silky and smooth rubbed against his weeping sex. Hanging his head, Hiccup peered down between his legs, his forest green eyes widening in a mix of fear, alarm, and lust. A tremor ran through him as Toothless began to rut gently against Hiccup, the long thick organ rubbing deliciously against his own for a few moments. Then, all too soon, the naturally slick shaft left the hollow between his thighs, dragging slowly upwards to grind between pale globes, teasing the abused bud further as the tapered tip threatened to breech the guardian ring.
Time seemed to stop all together when Toothless finally made his move. The instinct to mount and claim what he had nearly lost destroyed any sense of trying to make his new mate comfortable. Hiccup stiffened as the fleshy tip pushed inside, the widening girth following too fast to be comfortable. Half way in, the small Viking gave a strangled cry, his erection flagging as Toothless ignored his discomfort and continued to sheath his dripping arousal within his Hiccup. The Night Fury gave pleased groan when the last of his shaft finally found the heat of his mate, their hips flush. For a moment, Hiccup thought Toothless would allow him time to adjust, but instead, the dragon simply dragged his hips back slowly, easing eight of the nine inches from Hiccup's trembling body. Angling himself a bit, the Night Fury snapped his hips forward sharply, making Hiccup moan loudly as the rigid column of flesh stroked a small bundle of nerves as it rammed further inside, the thick shaft stretching him almost painfully.
Starting out slow, Toothless decided to let Hiccup feel every inch of his sex, the smooth slick organ sliding in and out smoothly of the blissfully tight passage. The Viking whimpered with euphoria, his chest pressed against the cool stone as he arched back against Toothless. Any pain from before was gone within three dizzying thrusts, leaving Hiccup aching once more. He didn't want slow and steady, he wanted it rough, he wanted to feel every subtle bump and ridge caused by bulging vein rub harshly against his inner walls, and more importantly, that special spot that made him see white. Gathering what little strength he could, the scrawny Viking pushed back as harshly as he could the moment Toothless pushed forward, causing their hips to meet with a muted slap of flesh on scales.
"Come on boy…" He panted, his words broken by a lengthy mewling moan. "Is that…ahhh, the best…you can do?"
Toothless growled at the challenge, a foreleg moving to hook around his mate's waist as he upped the pace from slow to brutal in a few thrusts. The Night Fury rumbled in slight disappointment when he realized that the semi-knot that would eventually inflate had no chance of fitting inside if he didn't switch to simply rutting and grinding against his Hiccup ruthlessly soon. Hiccup on the other hand, had been reduce to a writhing erotic mess. His normally placid face was contorted into a pleasured mask, rolling groans, moans, and mewls for more now flowing freely. A white hot coil twisted tighter in his stomach, his painfully aching arousal begging for attention as it bobbed slightly with each bone rattling thrust. He was so close, so close just from his dragon mounting him. With a pleasured sob, broken words could be heard over his harsh panting, small half form pleads for Toothless to finish it.
Toothless, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, started to grind erratically, the semi-knot swiftly expanding as he entered the last stage of their coupling. With an ear splitting bellow, Toothless locked inside, the knot stretching his human mate further than before, his hips still pumping back and forth as much as they could. The motion grinded down ruthlessly on Hiccup's prostate, pushing Hiccup into one of the hardest completions had ever felt in his life. White spattered the dark stone beneath him, the force of the released seed leaving white sticky patches behind to stain Hiccup's belly. Under the force of his Viking's convulsing channel, Toothless had no hope of holding back any longer as long thick ribbons of his hot essence filled his mate until it had to forces its way past the knot, seeping warmly down Hiccup's rear. Both of them were shaking with pleasure as Toothless rode out the rest of his orgasm with tired thrusts, the sound of his heavy cream dripping to the cave floor drowned by the panting pair. After few moments, Toothless jerked his hips back, dislodging his softening member with a satisfied purr. Warm waves followed in pursuit, hitting the stone floor with a wet sounding splash, speckling Hiccup's inner thighs with the back splash.
Not caring in the slightest, Hiccup simply collapsed, the cooling evidence of their passion pooling beneath him while Toothless contented himself by curling up around his exhausted human, his body thrumming with satisfaction as he groomed the now sleeping Hiccup. Feeling the gentle tug of sleep, the Night Fury draped a wing over his Hiccup for protection, before falling into a deep slumber.
-I Am A Tired Line-
Well now, how about that, I finally got a sex scene in there. Oh, and for those worrying over the fact that Hiccup hasn't turned into a dragon yet, he will. The vote for having humans action first and then dragon came out on top. Comment, review, tell me what you think. As for me, I'm off to bed x-x.
Mondwächter out.