Hiccup
After lunch, Hiccup sat at his desk, looking over the plans for the island defenses, as well as some armor and saddle designs. Astrid had said that she wanted to wash and rest up a bit before training in the afternoon, and had gone upstairs to their room
Astrid had only been upstairs a minute or two, when Hiccup heard her call down:
"Babe, can you help me with the washbasin up here?"
"Be right up, milady," he shouting back, setting down the parchment and standing up. He made his way up the stairs and into their bedroom. He walked over to the washbasin, and was surprised to find it empty. The sound of the door closing caused him to turn around quickly. What he saw made his jaw drop in shock.
Astrid stood before him, and Hiccup's breath caught in his chest as desire flooded his mind and his body. She was radiant. She was completely naked and her hair was loose around her shoulders. Her hair caught the light of the afternoon sun, giving it the appearance of liquid gold. And although she was gravid with their child, he admired the strength of her body. Her thighs were toned with muscle, and her stomach was taught, looking as if she was only part way through her pregnancy, instead of nearing its end. Her breasts were high and full, pink nipples already hardened with arousal.
Hiccup took a few steps toward her, his throat dry. She walked forward and met him halfway, next to the base of their bed. He lifted his hand to caress her, but she pulled back with a mischievous glint in her eye. Silently, she pulled a fur off of their bed and let it pile on the ground at his feet, then knelt on the first and began to unlace his trousers with deft fingers.
"Astrid," Hiccup started, "you don't have to-"
"Shush. I want this," she said.
Hiccup closed his mouth and clenched his fists as Astrid pulled his hard length from the leather. He wanted so badly to touch her, to thread his fingers into her thick hair, and to fuck her mouth, but he kept still and refrained from touching her.
As he felt the wet heat of her mouth envelop him, his mouth fell open and he let out a small gasp. He screwed his eyes shut at the feeling, as Astrid stroked along the sensitive underside with her tongue. She moaned as her tongue brush his tip, tasting him. She tapped his thigh, and he looked down at her and nearly came on the spot. Blonde hair flowing down her back, breasts firm, her skin flushed with desire, pink lips wrapped around his cock.
She looked up at him through thick eyelashes, eyes dark and hungry. She worked her mouth all the way down his length, her nose touching the coarse hairs there. He let out a whimper as he felt her swallow around him, his cock bumping the back of her throat. His amazing wife never broke eye contact as she slid up and down his throbbing erection. And as sensual and wonderful as that felt, it was the dark look of desire, lust, and need burning in Astrid's blue eyes that nearly did him in.
Astrid alternated between licking his shaft and pulling him deep into her mouth. Hiccup couldn't contain his groans ad gasps, his knuckles turning white as he kept his hands balled into fists. Noticing his intense concentration, Astrid pulled away just for a moment.
"Babe, touch me."
Hiccup let out the breath he had been holding and placed both hands on her head. He wove the golden strands through his fingers and gripped tightly. Astrid moaned in response, the tugging on her scalp deepening her desire. Hiccup could smell her arousal in the air and knew that her thighs were soaked. The thought spurred him on and he tried to pump his hips. Astrid slowed him by placing both of her hands on his thighs. He stopped his thrusting, though jerked slightly when Astrid began pulling him deep down her throat faster than she had before. He was sweating, trying to hold out for her. She added her hand, stroking his length, while her mouth sucked and licked.
"Gods...Astrid…" he panted, feeling the pressure within him building. He felt his cock swell in her mouth, and she sucked hard.
His orgasm ripped through his body, and he grunted and gripped her head tighter. He couldn't stop the spasms that wracked his body as he emptied himself into her mouth, Astrid swallowing every drop.
She sat back on her heels and wiped her lips with her fingers, her middle finger catching on her bottom lip. She never broke eye contact with him. She pulled herself to her feet, her hands on his hips to assist her. Once she was standing, she wove her hands into his russet hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Hiccup moaned as she licked into his mouth. He could faintly taste himself on her, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Milady, that was completely unfair to do that to me," he whispered, resting his forehead on hers.
"Well, you can repay the favor if you want," she replied huskily.
He reached down between her legs with one hand and groaned when he found her wet and ready.
"Gods, Astrid, you're practically dripping."
He gently rubbed at her clit for a moment and then dipped two long fingers into her tight channel. He pumped in and out lazily, thumb brushing against the tight bundle of nerves, watching her gasp and moan, eyes closing. She whined when he suddenly removed them. Hiccup watched his wife's gaze darken as he pulled his fingers into his mouth and licked her arousal off of each one. Astrid watched his mouth and lips work, licking her own distractedly.
Hiccup nodded to the bed, giving Astrid a calculated smirk.
"Go sit on the bed."
Astrid narrowed her eyes at him, but did as he said, and sat on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge. Hiccup eyed her and removed his armor, quickly followed by his shirt. Astrid was watching him with a hunger, chewing on her bottom lip.
He bent down and grasped her face in his large hands. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, swallowing her gasp. Gently, he began to push her back onto the bed. Once she was laying down, he pulled away from her mouth. He kissed her neck, then each nipple, and her belly. He could feel Astrid panting, and her fingers gripped the furs beneath her. He knelt on the furs that Astrid had pulled off of the bed and placed her legs over his shoulders. He kissed one ankle, then the other and lowered his mouth to her burning center. Astrid shivered when she felt his hot breath on her core. Hiccup wasted no time and immediately latched onto her clit and began to flick it with his tongue. Astrid cried out with pleasure and rolled her hips against his tongue. She keened loudly when he thrust his tongue into her slit. He moaned inwardly as her sweet taste invaded his senses. He alternated between firm flicks and soft licks, groaning when felt Astrid start to tighten her thighs around his ears. He placed a hand on the inside of her thighs and opened her legs wider. Astrid let out a soft "ah", and he renewed his attack with increased vigor. He attacked the swollen bundle of nerves in the center of her sex; sucking, nipping, and lapping at it. He had every inch of her exposed to him, he thighs spread wide open by his firm hands. As he thrust his tongue in and out of her, he felt her try to tighten her legs, but his own strong arms kept her from moving. Astrid thrashed on the bed, panting and uttering small snippets of his name. He was drunk on her, the taste of her on his tongue, the smell of her arousal in the room, and the sounds she made; panting, gasping, cursing. He was complete hard again now, his own cock leaking with need. He brushed her clit with his nose while licking a firm stripe up and into her slit, when she snapped with no warning. She shouted into the afternoon, her hips rocking against him, riding his tongue. Her taste flooded his tongue and he groaned at the heady taste of her. He didn't let up, working her through her orgasm, drawing it out.
"Hiccup...Babe...I need you." Her voice was breathy as she panted around her words.
"Hmm?" he hummed into her center.
"Ah!" she exclaimed at the feeling. "I need you...inside me…"
"Mm-mm," he replied, shaking his head no and increasing his grip on her thighs. She had released something in him that he didn't realize he needed: control. He was scared for everything that was heading their way, knowing he had no control over what could be coming, but here in their bedroom was something he could control. He could control her; her orgasms, her need, her arousal.
Astrid started panting and shaking as he quickly worked her to another orgasm, having not come down from the prior one. He released his hand from her thighs and grasped under ass, lifting her slightly, giving him a better angle. He latched onto her bud, suckling it hard between his lips while flicking it with his tongue. He could feel her walls fluttering around nothing, desperate to be filled. Astrid whined with need, and the sound made Hiccup throb painfully. She begged for release, pleas dripping from her mouth. He felt her tighten, a spasm rippling through her muscles, and he knew she was at the edge. He grazed his teeth against her aching nub, and she came explosively. She arched off of the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. He continued working her, though more gently now. Astrid cursed and gasped, trying to push him away with her legs. He sat back on his heels and watched the scene before him. Her body thrashed on the bed, one hand gripping the furs so tight, her knuckles were white, the other squeezing her breast hard enough to leave indentations of her fingers. It was the most erotic thing he had seen since they were first married.
"Fucking fuck!" Astrid cursed as aftershock after aftershock courses through her body. Her breaths were ragged, but she still managed to challenge him with a mischievous smile.
"That the best you got, Haddock?"
Hiccup felt his balls tighten at her words. She wanted more. Gods, this woman was insatiable!
"Not even close," he growled, his own lust making his voice deeper. He rolled Astrid over onto her knees, and she rested her chest and face on the bed, her backside in the air.
He shoved her legs apart with his knees, still lightly trailing his hand over her creamy skin. He grabbed himself with his left hand, coated his length in her slick, and drove himself inside of her tight channel, his pelvis coming flush to her ass. Astrid gasped and let her head fall forward, golden hair flowing over one shoulder, revealing the slim column of her neck. Hiccup pulled out slowly, then thrust himself back in firmly, loving the way her ass and thighs rippled.
He set a steady pace, not too face, but with firm, heavy strokes, bottoming out each time he entered her. This sounds of Astrid's moans and gasps filed his own desire, making him want to drive her into the bed and fill her up. But he had promised to give her his best, so he kept his pace. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers leaving marks on her pale skin. Astrid met him with each trust, trying to take him deeper.
"Gods babe, I need more…" she moaned back to him, but he kept his pace, wanting to make her beg for him again. She clenched around him, making him falter for just a moment, before he thrust back in, choosing to keep her guessing instead. He alternated between shallow and deep, fast and slow, pumping and grinding. Each time he felt her walls begin to flutter, he would change tactics, causing Astrid to groan each time. He brought her right to the edge, before pulling her back again and again.
"Hiccup!" she shouted, pushing her hips back onto him hard, trying to encourage him to go faster, deeper. The young chief decided to give his lady everything she wanted. He pounded into her fast and hard. He reached around her belly, feeling for the point where they met, and pressed on her clit firmly with two fingers. Astrid keened, her breaths ragged and quick, and she uttered broken words of his name.
"Hic..ah! Babe! I'm...I'm gonna...! Hiccup! Yes! Fuck!"
As he felt a familiar tightening deep in his stomach, he pinched the firm nub, coaxing out her orgasm. She buried her face deep into the furs, screaming and cursing as she clenched tightly around him. He felt her walls flutter and pulse around him, her body trying to pull him in and push him out all at the same time, leading to his finish. His vision went white, and it felt like his heart stopped. His hips stuttered and he pumped into her, pushing his release deep inside.
The silence that followed was only broken by the sound of them panting, willing their hearts to slow. Hiccup withdrew himself from Astrid and flopped down on the bed next to her. Both of them were only half on the bed, laying at haphazard angles. Astrid turned her face toward his, and the two of them broke into giggles, quickly followed by full belly laughs.
"Oh, Gods," Astrid said, covering her face, "I can't believe we just did THAT!"
"You-you started it!" Hiccup said, giving her a small nudge.
Astrid shrugged, rolling onto her side, closer to him. "I guess I really can't complain."
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure they heard you all the way down at the docks. There's no way I'm going to be able to walk through town."
"No way YOU can face them?" she challenged, giving him a shove, "I have to go train with them!"
Hiccup started laughing again, causing Astrid to scowl at him playfully. He retaliated by pulling her face toward his, attacking her with kisses, delaying their afternoon plans for just a few more minutes.