When it comes to the story, if these characters have hard limits that one or both say No to, then it's likely to be my hard limit too, and I will not appreciate it if people attempt to violate my limits by asking for it. Just something to bear in mind.

-HTTYD-

"You know, compared to what I expected, this place is a lot more…"

Astrid paused as she looked around the sex toy shop with a considering eye... a little too much like a child let loose in a sweet factory for Hiccup to trust her wide blue eyes feigning innocence.

"Tasteful? Clean? Friendly? Oh, how about well-lit?"

Hiccup suggested with a smirk. He'd seen some places that took the 'mood lighting' a little too far, and it was basically anybody's guess what ones hand might brush in the near-darkness.

"Well, yes. All of the above. It's quite nice compared to the other shops I've been in," she said with a smile, before getting distracted by something nearby "oooh. What's this?"

She picked up a vibrator that had lines - which, according to Astrid, made her think of some kinds of abstract art - and considered it for a moment before putting it back down. They were there on a supply run of sorts for the weekend, where Hiccup had promised to really test her limits - finally, in her opinion. First, her period coming at the wrong time, and therefore not over before the next weekend. Then she'd had to shepherd a field trip with the undergrads. Then, the week after that, something had apparently exploded at Hiccup's lab and he'd been called up while literally inside her to come help with cleanup. He'd at least gotten her out of the restraints before throwing on clothes and running out.

Astrid had entertained images of smashing his phone to pieces after Hiccup ignored the first two calls, but the subsequent three had told him it was important... and he had made up for the coitus interruptus, but with less time Astrid had had to settle for less bondage. Which wasn't strictly less fun, but less intense apparently.

Their two-month mark was next week, along with when they expected her period, so for that, they planned to go out after work and do normal couple stuff—dinner at a semi-fancy restaurant and a trip to the movies. Astrid wasn't a fan of too fancy, and neither was Hiccup, but they wanted to mark the occasion with somewhere nice.

But it had still been weeks since they'd had a weekend together. And that wasn't to say that they hadn't had couple time—they had, spending nearly every night at his place or hers, and having gone on couple-type dates. But as nice as breakfast in bed from her lover was, and all of the other domesticity... she was craving lots of hard and kinky sex, thank you! (Her words, not his.)

And Heather wasn't helping, either. The pair of them had become friends after that weekend, but Heather was taking some wicked pleasure in Astrid's frustration, teasing her with descriptions—and one very explicit picture—of what she and Eret were up to. Hiccup had been in fits of laughter when Astrid called him to complain.

All in all, Astrid had stated she was quite prepared to murder anyone that interrupted their upcoming weekend, where Hiccup had promised her to take her to the edge, before seeing how far over it they could safely take her.

Which brought them to stocking up on toys. Some things had broken, while others weren't things to be shared between different partners, and as well stocked as Hiccup's cabinet was, it only had a finite amount of room—although he'd built in enough drawers and the like to maximize that space. The canes and crops and floggers were stored in the deep doors, dangling down from small hooks, and smaller toys stayed on the shelves, appropriate to their size (and he hadn't been kidding about the "child-proof safety lock", either; it took an arcane sequence of pushes to unlock the thing).

Hiccup chuckled at her magpie-like interest and steered her to the more exotic selections. Astrid was no novice, but submissives tended to be a canvas for a Dominants play, and so they often had a sense of intrigue and mystery for new toys even if it wasn't something particularly exciting. On the other hand, Hiccup encouraged her curious nature, and a deeper understanding of what some things were capable of. He always welcomed her input too - after all, it was her these things were for. As she started to fill the basket with ooh, that looks interesting! finds, she continued in a conversational tone with the discussion they'd had in the car.

"So, limits."

"Yep. I know you like spanking and rough, but I will not hit you in the face, or with anything that'll leave a scar—Hel, I draw the line at drawing blood. I make you bleed, things stop. Bruises are fine, but only in less dangerous places. No harsh impact where all your soft inside bits are" Astrid raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at her lips "you know what I mean. Kidney bruises are no joke."

Astrid nodded, adding a clamshell-packed toy to the basket.

"I'm not into bloodplay, so that's not a worry" she pulled another toy off the rack to consider it, turning it in her hands but still engaged in the conversation "and stuff that's a no-go for me… well, I already mentioned I'm not into humiliation play…"

Hiccup nodded.

"The worst I go there is the cuckold stuff with Eret and other guys who like it, and that is more for their entertainment than mine. Don't worry, that's not something I like either" Hiccup leant down, kissed her temple "I like your fire, I'm not here to break you."

Astrid smiled, nuzzled him in return.

"Yeah. Hmm. Well, how about a little roleplay?"

She asked, nodding towards some of the costumes.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, some of those could be fun" she plucked a police officer's cap off of the rack and put it on Hiccup's head before affecting a higher, joking voice "'Oh, officer, whatever can I do to get out of this ticket?'" she giggled as Hiccup quirked an eyebrow, not entirely sold on the idea, and then she continued, "although I've occasionally wondered, since I trust you so much, if you'd be up for a non-con-"

"Nope," Hiccup said in a tone that brooked no argument. "No rape-play for me, not even in roleplay, thankyouverymuch."

She nodded and put the cap back onto the rack.

"Expected that, but I figured I'd ask?"

He sighed.

"Fair. But, yeah, hard limit of 'no way in Hel,' for me there. I know it's a consensual thing, but it's... I wouldn't ever want to hear 'no' from you and not stop. I couldn't have you fight me off and still be able to keep going."

"Hey" she kissed him, slowing Hiccup's words "it's fine. We all have no-gos. That's one of yours, and I'm fine with that."

Astrid accepted his limit, and they continued on down the aisle.

"Hot wax play?"

She asked after a moment's thought. Considerably tamer, and far more fun, Hiccup nodded.

"That I can do."

They turned to the next rack, and she eyed a toy modeled after a human fist and forearm, next to a ludicrously large dildo of similar proportions.

"Fisting?"

Her tone said she'd never done it before, and Hiccup contemplated his answer.

"If you really, really want to try… maybe, but it's like choking and breath play. You can only really do it 'safer', not safely. And most of the time, you don't actually fist. You do this" Hiccup mimicked the 'silent duck' motion that led up to it "and only the hardcore tend to go for the clenched fist. It's a little too easy to go too far, and yanno, most people aren't built to take someone's forearm into an orifice."

He got the impression his dubiousness coming through in his tone, even more so than when he'd disapproved of gags, because Astrid dropped it and moved along. She hefted one of the giant dildos, and Hiccup mused that they were a good fit when it came to limits and respect thus far, before giggling at the way Astrid held the slightly unwieldy toy.

"Big toys?"

He scoffed.

"If you want, but I have something better than that one. At least, it's a popular choice and I've heard great things."

"Oh? Do you have a secret stash you didn't show me?"

"More of 'box of joke gifts'. Heather got me one that… well, I could tell she wanted me to use it on her. But then Eret had something new to try out too, and we sorta forgot about it. But it's... sizeable, shall we say."

Astrid turned to look at him.

"Oh, this I've got to see."

He put back the giant purple dong onto the rack, looked up and down for the brand he was after, located it, which he showed to her. Astrid eyed it and started to laugh.

"Oh, yes, yes, please! I wanna try it!"

He rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face, and put the Bad Dragon clamshell back on the rack.

"As milady wishes. I'll dig it out. Although this is the next size down, I think, but I have some stuff that'll help you work up to it. And I might even let you see what else is in the joke box."

She rubbed her hands together and affected a sinister smile, complete with mocking villain-y voice.

"Excellent."

They continued through the store, grabbing more toys and lingerie for Astrid - he didn't let her try it on for him, because he knew Astrid would try to tempt him into a changing room tryst, and the people working in the store weren't that stupid. Whilst he glanced over a leather-care section, wondering if he ought to pick up a new bottle to treat his collection of leather restraints, Astrid struck up a new conversation.

"So…"

Hiccup heard the tone, knew Astrid was definitely going somewhere a little more serious than "which colour makes my ass look better?" knowing full well Hiccup would say red, as it was the colour he turned it regularly.

"So?"

"I know this is a big deal and all that, and we've only been together for like, a couple of months… but I wanted to ask you about collars."

Hiccup paused, swallowing a sickly jolt in his stomach, then continued slightly more jerkily.

"I… I think it's too soon for that. That's a big commitment, love."

"Is it? Eret and Heather were wearing theirs."

"Yeah, to show that they were submitting to me. But those were temporary. And play collars, specific to the scenes. I didn't collar them myself, nor did I give them the collars to begin with. Me, collaring you... that would be very different. This is you asking me to make you my sub in perpetuity" not wanting to leave Astrid feeling rejected and upset, he turned to look at her, his eyes gentle "I know that you're a 'dive right in' sort of person, but there's no need to rush here."

She considered his expression, which was dead serious, and nodded after a minute.

"All right" reaching up, she kissed his cheek "I love you, though. Don't ever doubt that."

He kissed her in turn.

"I know. And I love you too. But we can take it slow, all right? We have time. Besides which, if I was decorating this neck" Hiccup brushed his fingers over the curve "I'd need some time to make sure I used something that was as perfect as you are."

She nodded, shy smile and pink cheeks showing that despite Astrid not being the insecure type, she appreciated his words. He hugged her to his side for a minute, before she turned to look around to see what else looked interesting.

Then she spotted one toy among the gags and picked it up, holding it up for his inspection with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Oh, can we?"

He eyed it.

"You want to push my limits too, I see."

"It's not too big, it won't impact my breathing or anything" she said pointedly "and after how you teased me, I'd like to give it a try. I know you're unsure, and I won't make you do something to me you aren't comfortable with. But I trust you, and honestly I find being able to trust you when I can't even talk a massive turn on. So, if you're willing to test your limits here, I'd really appreciate it. If it's too much for you to watch, then we don't use it again. Alright?"

Nodding, he took it from her and put it in the basket, and she gave a little fist-pump of triumph. She had quite effectively talked him into it, but her reasoning was solid, and she raised a few points - trust, his concern for her ability to breathe, and just like when he'd suspended her, it could be a trial basis to see how they both felt.

As they went to check out, Astrid was clearly in a reflective mood, quiet and pensive even as they discussed paying for the new toys - Hiccup paid, Astrid paid him back half. Carting their purchases out to the car after the retail worker wished them 'a good time', she waxed poetic on their past. Well. Not quite poetic.

She quietly talked about the twists and turns that had led them to being here, happy and feeling so satisfied both physically and emotionally. She'd gone to uni, studied hard and partied hard. At one house party that she'd gone to, four years ago now - before Hiccup really made friends, and his invite had been conditional on whether or not he'd make the food - the host had kept hitting on Astrid, even though she'd made her lack of interest clear. Repeatedly.

But then he'd won at least some respect from her when another one of the guests had started in on a guy working in the kitchen, and the host - Scott, or better known as Snotlout—had stood up for the cook. Hiccup. His cousin. After that, annoyed by the constant propositions, the Snotman had driven her away and Astrid went into the kitchen. At first, to hide. Then there was small talk, and Astrid offered to help Hiccup with the cooking.

After Hiccup had put out the resulting grease fire (totally not her fault, she claimed), they'd bonded over academics and shared interests, and he'd made her a fancy snack right then and there. Then a week later, she'd gotten a shy invite to a department potluck, and decided to go, and they'd kept up the friendship from there.

"To think that, I owe all of this incredible happiness I am feeling right now to your cousin being gross. It's basically fate how we met and didn't die from the grease fire."

"You mean the one you set."

"You are a liar! Wasn't me. It just... spontaneously combusted."

Hiccup chuckled, fingers sliding over Astrid's thigh briefly.

"Much like you will soon, I imagine."


Having finished his dinner preparations, Hiccup was involved in the other preparations for their weekend when there was the sound of a key in the lock. A moment later, Astrid's voice called out as he heard her shuffling by the coat hooks.

"I'm here, babe!"

"Good timing—Oh my gods,"

He said, his voice going up an octave as she strode into view. It was lucky he wasn't holding anything. Or standing. She grinned mischievously and gave a little twirl in her new dress. Well... dress was a strong word.

"Do you like it?"

Hiccup could only stare, and then mimed rolling his tongue up into his mouth, making her laugh.

"I went back to the shop I got the other dress from, and said I needed another one."

"I… uh… wow… uh… excuse me, I need a bucket for all this drool."

She stepped forward, bent down - Hiccup was currently knelt down sorting through his kink cupboard - giving him a great view of her cleavage, and kissed the top of his head. He eyed the dress as he stood. While the other one was tight enough to eliminate the need - and space - for a bra, it was still a single piece that went from her shoulders on down past her waist.

The new dress started at her left shoulder, and the strap went down… down… down… widening into the dress properly, with a smooth winding gap that paralleled that shoulder strap. The gap showed her cleavage, crisscrossed by thin ties at regular intervals, and exposing her right hip. And unless a very thin waistband of her underwear was hidden among those ties… then she wasn't wearing any.

Hiccup swallowed. Gods, he loved this woman.

"You wore a coat over that to come here, right?"

"Jealous someone else might have seen me in this?"

Hiccup shook his head.

"Jealous? Nope. I know I'm your favourite" he winked "but I am worried a strong breeze would take that thing clean off."

Astrid grinned, pointing over to where her knee length coat was hanging. They settled in for dinner; he'd made a nice salad that would keep through the evening; it was light, so they could dive right in after they ate a bowl or two, and come back for seconds between things. There were some other things in the fridge, for if Astrid was ravenous later and the salad not enough after an intense session.

"So…"

After finishing their meal and drinking some of her juice, Astrid started up again with that leading tone. Hiccup looked up from where he'd been picking up a stray bit of green.

"So…?"

He motioned her to continue.

"I have a question."

"Yesss…?"

He made a go on motion with his hand. Astrid seemed a little unsure about her next words.

"Not yet—my lease isn't up until the end of the academic year—but what do you say to us eventually moving in together? There are some houses for rent around here with more space—for Toothless, if nothing else—and we wouldn't have to do the whole dual apartment thing."

Hiccup swallowed and looked at Astrid, who was completely earnest, no trace of uncertainty now she'd said it. Banishing old demons out of his mind, he smiled and nodded.

"It might be a bit premature to talk about now… but you're right. And I think it's a great idea. Not your place and my place, but our place."

She beamed at him.

"Awesome! I'll see what I can dig up, so we can you know, plan for the end of the term. Because otherwise it'll become a big hassle when everything is already chaos."

He matched her smile and said

"Sounds good milady. But for tonight and this weekend…"

A gentle shiver of anticipation rolled through Astrid; though he didn't realise he was doing it at first, Hiccup had a specific tone that Astrid translated as 'the fun is about to start', and he loved to see her respond to it.

"I'm listening."

Hiccup stood, circling the table and bringing Astrid to her feet. He held two fingers under her chin, making her look up at him. She bit her lip, dilated pupils and flushing cheeks utterly beautiful.

"For clarification, and to make sure we're on the same page… we discussed a few options. Toy testing, rough play, overstimulation and suspension. With the exception of that last one, we only stop when one of us hits our limits" his hand turned, cupping her jaw "Is that still what you want?"

Astrid nodded eagerly.

"Words, Astrid."

"Yes!"

"Alright then. Now, this could get intense, and this is about pushing your limits, not snapping them completely. So I need you to promise me that you'll use your safeword."

"Hiccup, I think—"

"Promise me, milady. Please."

She looked down at her feet for a minute, drawing in a deep breath and answering finally.

"I promise."

Some people liked to dispense with safewords, and Astrid literally got off on being able to put such trust in Hiccup. But he wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility. Not yet.

"And your safeword is?"

"Stormfly,"

She answered dutifully, naming her old dog. He grinned, relieved.

"Good girl" he didn't call her that often, because Astrid found it infantilising at times, but she appreciated it when it was a genuine, soft utterance of praise "so… which do you want to do first?"

Mood shifting from frustrated about safewords to eager to get started, Astrid beamed at him before leaning forward, her voice low and sultry and honestly indecent.

"I want you to fuck me, hard" she reached up and undid the first tie on her dress "and then use toys on me until I think I can't take it anymore, and then just a little more. And then," she undid a second, grinning "I want to hang around a bit."

He barked a laugh and nodded. Oh yes, he loved her.

"Then you'll get everything you asked for, milady."

Within a few seconds, Hiccup had hauled her into a bruising kiss. She reciprocated instantly, her lips and tongue matching and fighting his - Astrid didn't yield kisses as easily as she yielded her body - both their fingers working to pop open the ties of her dress, one by one.

"Only you" Hiccup panted, words all but grunted out between kisses "could find a dress" Astrid mewled as his hand found a bare breast "that would render lingerie practically tame."

Criminal dress tossed to the nearest chair, Hiccup ran his fingers down her back, grabbing handfuls of her ass and squeezing the pliant flesh, thrilling in Astrid's shudders as she moaned into his mouth. The sofa would have to do for now; the bed was just too far. Astrid's tugging hands and weak gasps quickly convinced Hiccup out of his shirt, and his jeans were happily discarded immediately after, feeling soft breasts and taut muscles under Astrid's freckled skin as their bodies pressed together, kissing hungrily and feeling her arousal dampen the front of his boxers as his erection sought her heat.

"How do you want it?"

"Like... fuck" Astrid's breath hitched, hands moving to still Hiccup's rutting hips so she could speak clearly "like the first night. Pull my hair, slap my ass, fuck my mouth. Leave me bruised and sore and satisfied."

Honestly, Hiccup almost came from words alone, and nobody had done that to him before. He'd heard more filth, lewder words, messier asks, but something about Astrid's matter of fact requests in that breathy, needy voice, her flushed skin and those big blue eyes...

Gods, he was hers.


Astrid felt the insistent throb in her groin increase when Hiccup flipped her on her front, the sofa cushion against her cheek as he worked her hair braid loose - she'd forgotten to untie it before she got here, but didn't really mind having Hiccup's fingers run through her hair, eventually settling close to her scalp and tugging, sending that sharp wave of pleasure-pain down her spine. She felt herself grow wetter, wondering if Hiccup would lose his security deposit on his current accomodation because of all the times Astrid had made a mess of the furniture.

He'd definitely need to replace the sofa.

"Which first, Astrid? If I fuck you first, you'll be able to taste how wet you are for me when I take your mouth after. But if I come down your throat first, I'll probably last longer when I'm done with you over my knee. Do you want to choose or should I?"

His words were punctuated by short, sharp tugs of her hair, by the feel of his cock hard against her ass, his voice like electricity in her blood, burning through her until she could barely breathe, let alone think. All she knew was that she needed him, now.

"You."

It was all she could get out, but it was enough for Hiccup. Fingers slid down between her thighs, but before she could spread her legs in response Hiccup had moved from atop her, had his hands on her hips and was lifting Astrid. She guessed he wanted to last later when she was pulled up on all fours, watching Hiccup tug down his waistband to free his cock. He still had that awestruck look about him when Astrid took him into her mouth, as though constantly amazed by her - either by her submission or her skill, Astrid wasn't sure. Either way, Hiccup's eyes were riveted on her as Astrid let him push deeper, felt him cradle her head, stroking her scalp.

The first time Astrid realised it made her wet to be used that way, to be aroused and enthralled by the feel of someone filling her mouth and throat with little regard for her, she'd been annoyed with herself. She was not a submissive person. Hel, she'd played with Domination with her first boyfriends.

Then she'd actually met other people who engaged in the lifestyle, and realised that submission didn't have to be about who she was as a person. Just a freedom. An outlet. A connection that just had a few different layers to it. Astrid was still fierce and strong and kept her spark. She just also liked pain and bondage and rough sex, and that was ok.

Even more so with Hiccup. Gods, Hiccup. She knew she could trust him with anything, and his Dom side only came out when he wanted her turned on - otherwise Astrid was categorically and openly stated to be 'the boss of him'. Even when he hurt her like she asked him to, Hiccup would cradle her afterwards, tell her he loved her. He'd stop if she asked him to. And honestly, he made the most beautiful sounds when he rocked into her mouth like he was now, huffing and panting as her throat gripped his shaft. They needed to do this more often - it was the perfect angle for Hiccup to fuck into her mouth and throat.

She moaned around him, wanting him to go harder, faster and Hiccup responded wonderfully, voice strained on each sound until she felt his cock jerk, swelling at the base and she intentionally pulled back, eager to taste him rather than simply swallow his climax. Hiccup let her, grunting and uttering her name so sweetly as he bucked, stroking her jaw as Astrid thrilled in the taste of him as she swallowed.

Fingers gripping in her hair hauled Astrid up into a kneeling position, rough mouth against her own, Hiccup biting playfully at her lips before he was smirking, eyes soft with the climax but still burning with heat. They weren't done yet, by any means.

"Time to fill my hungry little sub up properly, hmm?"

Astrid couldn't even nod with the way he held her hair so tightly, but she reckoned the needy whine she let out was answer enough. Hiccup pulled her to her feet, pointed toward the bedroom, her unsatisfied body throbbing the entire time. Hiccup put her back on all fours on the bed, rooting around until she felt lubricant drizzled down the cleft of her ass, a little cold on flushed skin; Hiccup chuckled when she jumped. Bastard.

The plug she felt in her ass wasn't big, just enough to fill her, open her up for possible later happenings. Hiccup knelt down and pulled a box out from under the bed, which Astrid had never seen before but recognised one of the contents as the roll of X-rated wrapping paper her Lush box had been wrapped in. There were other things in there, like a straw that fell out where the end was definitely phallic-shaped. Astrid bit her lip to keep from laughing, and amusement fled from her mind when Hiccup lifted something she sort of recognised from the box.

"Still sure you wanna play with this?"

It was huge. Hiccup hadn't been kidding about the size. Astrid could only stare at it, wide-eyed.

"Uh..."

"You don't have to. And this wouldn't be where I start. We'd work up to it, and if it was too much all you have to do is say stop."

Astrid looked up at Hiccup, his face of concern at odds with the mammoth dildo in his hands. Then she realised; she'd asked for the big toys, asked to have her limits pushed. Hiccup was still making sure she wanted it, even though he could have just gone to town and waited to see if she could take it. And something about the image of Hiccup knelt between her thighs, working the ridged, rippled toy into her, knowing he'd be watching her stretch to take it... it made her clench, wet.

"I wanna try. But on my back, so I can see you putting it in."

Hiccup leant down, pressed a kiss on her lips.

"Of course. But first, I have some other things to start with."

Astrid shivered, shuddering even more when Hiccup laid a few things out on the bed - vibrator, cuffs, rope, the new gag they'd brought.

"Now if you're wearing this" he held the gag up "we're not doing overstimulation. I want you to be able to stop whenever, but I also want to see you bound and writhing. And I also want to hear you when I push you that much... So, gag or overstim tonight?"

Eyeing the monster toy, Astrid nudged the gag with her face. She'd be getting plenty of stimulation anyway, and she was dying to feel the plug-gag in her mouth. Hiccup nodded, thumb caressing her chin.

"Open wide."

Astrid obeyed, closing her mouth around the gag - it was shaped something like a small butt plug, the dip where her teeth could settle but not close, not long enough to actually make her gag but enough to quiet her down. Hiccup fastened the leather strap behind her head, thick and filling her lungs with that maddening scent she associated with Hiccup. It kept her arousal climbing, even more so when she felt fingers slide through her hair, stroking. She mewled against the gag, tingling with the knowledge she couldn't rely on words to stop Hiccup now.

He'd left a DVD case in front of her - nothing hi-tech, but Astrid had to knock on it if she needed to slow or stop, whether because her gag was too much or Hiccup was doing something she didn't like. She was left unbound for the moment, hearing Hiccup move around behind her. Then she heard the buzzing start, trembling in anticipation as a vibrator touched her, first brushed over her clit before being pushed inside her. It was small, slim, just a taste really but enough to make her moan into her gag, back arcing to lift her ass higher in something like need or invitation.

Hiccup switched that one out soon - too soon, but it was replaced with something a little thicker. Not as thick as him, but enough that Astrid got the idea he was going to build her up, tease her, fuck her.

Then she'd get the big one.

Astrid wasn't restrained, but somehow her hands refused to move from where they were regardless; part of her ached to slide a hand down and toy with her clit, bring herself off as the toys drove her crazy. But instead, she only gripped the bedsheet tighter, feeling herself drip onto the bed when Hiccup pulled the vibrator out, mattress sinking with his weight and she shuddered.

"Ready for me?"

If she could talk, Astrid would be swearing colourfully at such a ridiculous question - he knew how badly she needed him. But she'd insisted on introducing gags, and Hiccup was damn well gonna sass her for it.

As promised when she'd asked, Hiccup leant forward and tugged her hair, perfectly timed with when his cock sank into her. Oh, he felt good. The sharp pain in her scalp was the perfect temper for the deep pleasure of him inside her. Astrid felt swollen, aching, need so acute it was almost painful until he filled her. Hiccup groaned, landing a swift slap against her ass with his free hand and Astrid bucked, moaned. Was he...

Oh gods, he was.

He punctuated random thrusts with fresh smacks against her backside, each one jostling the plug in her ass, sending fresh jolts along her nerves. Her skin reddened, warmed to a feverish heat by his hands - lovely big hands - and each impact from them was exquisite, pain and pleasure and something right in the middle. Hiccup let go of her hair to use both hands, squeezing and groping her ass as he fucked her, spanked her, his flat stomach nudging the base of the plug to add a fresh wave of sensation to every snap of his hips.

Even the gag couldn't quiet her entirely, only muffling Astrid's cries, moaning weakly as she quaked her way through one climax only to feel Hiccup urging her to the next one. His discovery she was quite easily capable of multiple orgasms had been a favourite of his, and Hiccup had taken it upon himself to 'properly appreciate such a gift', regularly leaving Astrid a mindless, blissed out wreck, the repeated spasms of her inner muscles a workout all on their own that could leave her aching the next day.

Astrid felt the third curling in her belly when Hiccup stilled, pulling out in time for her to feel the heat of his come splashing over her back, the guttural sounds he made all but lost in her own cries of frustration, both at her denied climax and his pulling out. Hiccup wiped her back down before he moved, landing a quick, jolting slap on her ass before he circled around to look at her, actually chuckling when he saw her irritation.

"You want toys or not? Cus otherwise I'd have to clean you out first if I had come inside you. And it seemed a shame to waste all that time getting you so wet."

Grumbling in acceptance, Astrid felt Hiccup reach for her wrists as he turned her onto her back, cuffing them now and humming to himself as he used a little rope to hook the chain of her cuffs to a nearby hard point, holding them above her head but leaving her lying across the bed, giving Hiccup room either side of her to keep his little objects of torture.

"Now, I can read your face pretty well, but I'd be more comfortable if you weren't gagged. Do you want to keep it on?"

Astrid nodded eagerly, and Hiccup nodded in assent.

"Alright. Can you click your fingers?" Astrid tried, found she could "if you need to stop and I haven't noticed, do that. Clear?"

She nodded again, shivering when Hiccup's fingers landed on her slick thighs, pushing them wider, leaving her open for him to play with. After a minute's contemplating, Hiccup got more rope and used it to tie her ankles to the bedposts, enough slack for her to wriggle and writhe but not enough to close her legs. She felt fresh wetness pool at the exposed position, watching Hiccup retrieve a good lubricant, realising that now was big-toy trial. It wasn't enormously bigger than Hiccup, and she'd taken Eret too. But it was shaped differently, all thick and veined and firm, rippled with a bulging middle and a thick base.

It was also pretty long - like, almost the length of Hiccup's forearm long. After his comment earlier about fisting, she felt a little daunted by the prospect, but Hiccup explained that there were two and a half whole inches of base she wouldn't have to take, showing her where was just for decoration.

"Honestly, this is more girth and shape challenge than length. And I won't be surprised if you can't handle Trent all at once, especially not the first time."

The description had said 'muscular shaft', Astrid remembered, and it certainly felt accurate as she looked at it. Hiccup coated the toy in a thick lubricant, watching Astrid's face for doubt. It couldn't have been easy, since the gag strap obscured half of it, but he never took his eyes off her until he was ready to start.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded, and the tip wasn't really any big deal. Quite pointed, but not sharp. Just... different. And the angle, Astrid found, was perfect for reaching her g-spot. Moaning softly as it dragged over her there, Astrid felt the real challenge as the ridges pressed up to her. Hiccup rubbed her thigh, soothing, pulling the toy back at first before pushing in again to let her feel that lovely curved head. The plug still in her ass made her feel tighter, but Hiccup's rough fuck and the two orgasms had left her loose and wet, so when the ridges touched her again Astrid made herself relax.

Each one edged inside her, the widest one aching but she took it, eyes closed and clutching at her restraints. She'd have bit her lip if she weren't gagged.

Hiccup let her adjust a little after those, his thumb on her clit helping distract her with arousal until Astrid found his eyes with her own, nodding to say she could take more. That was when the toy just got wider, and wider, and wider... Astrid focused on Hiccup's face, the blatant hunger there as he watched her take more and more of it. The hefty cock spread her open as it inched deeper and deeper, the girth toward the base almost enough to make Astrid click as she stretched, aching...

"Gods Astrid... wow. You did it."

Panting, skin coated in sweat, Astrid looked down to see Hiccup holding the base, the rest of the draconic dildo inside her. She felt impossibly stretched, so full she could hardly breathe but gods, that was intense. Hiccup looked proud, like Astrid had pleased him massively and surprised him with the capability to take it. Grunting against her gag, Astrid tried to gesture with her chin, hoping Hiccup would understand.

"You want the gag off?"

At her nod, Hiccup moved, hands undoing the buckle and easing the gag away gently, rubbing her jaw to soothe the ache there as she stretched a little.

"You alright?"

"Fine. I just know you like hearing me, and I get the feeling this big boy will have me making some noise."

Hiccup's eyes lit up as he returned to his previous position, fixing on where Astrid bit her lip teasingly, knowing he loved the sight. Then he was gripping the base of 'Trent', pulling it out steadily, ridges and ripples stimulating Astrid in all sorts of interesting ways on the downstroke until only the curved head was still in. He pushed it back in, leaving Astrid panting as the stretch and pressure and oh gods, yes of it all began again. Hiccup had left her pretty much on the edge earlier, and taking the huge toy hadn't done much to pull her away from it.

"Oh... keep going babe."

"Good?"

"Mhmm!"

Her hips tried to roll in sync, but Hiccup varied his thrusts with it, stopped Astrid predicting the strokes. The base was still a little much, but just the right push at the end of the thrust to make Astrid tremble, the ache forgotten by the time she felt the curve on her g-spot again.

As she'd expected, Astrid couldn't stay quiet, moaning unashamedly as she was filled over and over, squirming in her bonds, back arching to feel it nudge just a little deeper, almost sharp but so good she all but sobbed. Hiccup worked her right to the edge, then left Trent buried as deep as he could before pressing a vibrator to her clit, the final push she needed to finally tumble over the edge again, clenching around the thick shaft that filled her, writhing to what appeared to be Hiccup's satisfaction as he reached down and fisted his cock, his come splattering her belly before Astrid was done shaking.

"Fuck that was hot. And you... show off. That can't have been easy."

She'd have shrugged if she could have.

"It wasn't. But it was good when I got used to it."

Hiccup eased the toy from her gently, the emptiness jarring after being so full but she doubted she could have taken it much longer - the stretch and ache was good, but Astrid didn't want to be walking funny the next day.

She wanted to be walking funny Sunday, after Hiccup worked her over properly all weekend.

-HTTYD-

Dildo Hiccup and Astrid discussed and used (should you want to look it up for clarity) was the Bad Dragon model Trent in XL. (Bad Dragon make funky toys) (a little over 10 inches long insertable, 12 inch circumference at thickest part. Basically, a challenge)