Just a heads up guys: I'm going to try switching to Saturday postings. After my late post last week, I noticed more people have been stopping by and checking out the updates. I don't if this is because we're all still on OLP's old schedule, or if people have more time on the weekends to peruse, but I'm going to give Saturdays a shot and see how it goes.
And a happy early Valentine's Day to all my readers... and to that special someone in my life.
"By Thor!" Astrid said, jerking back a bit.
"Please... just let me put my mouth on you."
"Why are you so cute when you fight dirty?" Astrid said, nuzzling her nose against his left cheek.
"It's not fighting, it's begging!"
Hiccup wanted so badly to touch her, and the fact that she was smirking and not untying him was making things worse.
"Gods, Astrid every night I remember what it felt like to have you grabbing my head and riding my face. It felt so good, but I was so tired that I couldn't respond physically. "
Astrid's hands were touching him again, although not in the places he'd like them too. Hiccup upped the ante.
"Don't you want to feel me kissing you? Don't you want to feel my mouth kissing you lower and lower until it- "
Astrid groaned as her mouth began to pant against Hiccup's. "I'm not removing the girdle. I'm not removing the girdle."
He had almost convinced her. He was sure of it. One more whisper, one more word, and she would cut him down. He needed to have his hands on her. He needed to feel her riding him, moaning in desperation.
"I'm not asking you to fuck me." Oh Astrid gave a nice moan at that, "I'm just asking for a reward for my good behavior. Please Astrid..."
They panted against each other's mouths.
"Did I mention that I can't feel my hands?"
Considering where Hiccup was, this seemed like a minor point.
But a moment or so later, a blade had swung through the air and Hiccup had fallen face first into the dirt.
"Hiccup! Shit... Hiccup, are you OK?"
"Hmm?" Hiccup asked, face still smooshed into the dirt.
Astrid turned him onto his side. He gently tugged at his wrists and found that he was still bound, even if he wasn't bound directly to the tree.
Then he was rolled over on his back, staring up at the swaying tree branches. And Astrid's concerned face.
"Are you OK?" she asked again.
"Wonderful." Hiccup told her.
Astrid was working at the restraints, and blood started returning to Hiccup's fingers with angry pins and needles.
"Ow."
"When did you start loosing feeling in your hands?"
"Don't know." Hiccup said, "Kiss me?"
"I want to see if you're going to loose any more limbs first."
Hiccup wiggled his fingers in front of his face to show they still worked. "Now kiss me."
Astrid straddled him. "Why don't you kiss something of mine?"
Victorious, Hiccup quickly scooted down as Astrid worked on the seams that held the side of the skirt together.
"Didn't you learn anything from last time?" Hiccup asked, thinking back to the bra fiasco during their first time.
"That's why I sewed everything down. I wasn't planning on using it!"
"B- why? Why didn't you think I would want to repay the favor?"
"I didn't think we'd have this much time." Astrid told him, then, with a sheepish mumble, "And I thought I would be able to knock you out quicker."
"Knock me out?"
"I thought it would be like licking a... I mean, how many bawdy tales center around a girl just dropping and..." Astrid was grimacing in frustration, and Hiccup realized what she was beating herself up about.
"Trickier then it looks?" Hiccup asked.
"...yes. All right? Yes. I thought it would be mind-blowingly easy."
Hiccup couldn't help grinning. It was nice to find out you were a natural at some skill.
"Well, if there's one thing I learned from dragon training, it's that if you don't naturally have a skill, you should practice until you do."
"Mmm." Hiccup moaned, wondering if he would ever hear that word again without getting hard, "Practice."
"Here." Astrid said, pushing his head the rest of the way down, "Practice on this."
It was dark and strange underneath what was left of her skirt. It was also wet and warm and familiar. He loved the feel of her lips against his as he nuzzled his way to that familiar little lump and licked slowly.
Suddenly Astrid's legs were clamped around his ears and his brains were in danger of being squeezed out through his nose.
Hiccup pushed his head against Astrid's thighs as much as he could. Somewhere along the way his hands had gotten pinned to his chest at a weird angle. It was dangerous work doing this when his arms weren't free to tap out. Astrid didn't get the signal, and he did it again before he felt her thighs release. There was some tugging as Astrid hiked the skirt back far enough for their eyes to meet.
"Sorry." She told him.
He pulled his hands up until they were sitting on top of his head. "Come on. Release me."
Astrid pushed his hands back down to the ground. "Not yet."
Pinning his hands to the ground above his head, she reseated her lips against his.
So, Hiccup decided to fight dirty.
He was at the perfect angle to do so. Astrid had resituated her legs so that they hugged the undersides of his raised arms. No matter how hard she squeezed, he could still get air. So when his tongue found the singular little crevice that he knew would make her tremor and shake like a mad woman, he knew she would be as trapped as he was.
She first started forward with a yelp, clutching at his bound hands. And at the second swipe she reared back, and he heard the rustle that was her hands searching over her clothes. His hands rose up to meet her and to help her out, but with a yelp she grabbed his wrists and pinned them back down onto the ground.
She stayed in that position desperately rutting against his mouth, as he did everything he could think of to drive her completely insane. Using his tongue, lips, and – with gentle and careful touches – his teeth, he played with the best areas of her center and explored new ones with enthusiasm. But he always took care to go back to that one little crevice on the side of the lump, the one that made her howl with sensation and made her whimper when he moved away.
The more she squirmed and yelped and pushed against him, the more he wanted to bury his face into her wet, warm flesh.
As his tongue slowly lapped back and forward over the little lump, Astrid started making a noise that he hadn't heard her make before. A kind of loud, repetitive, rapid fire noise that sounded like 'yi-yi-yi' spoken deep in the throat. Then she gave three strong cries and tensed before slumping forward, still clutching his hands.
As he felt his jaw and neck get warm and damp he realized she had found release on his face. She certainly hadn't done that in the cave.
And then he felt her mouth press against the top of his head.
"Again?" she asked.
NEXT WEEK: Discussions of house, home, and bed ettiquette.