Astrid stared around the empty tent, now silent as it was void of Viggo Grimborn. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of rusted metal against her neck, though it was becoming difficult to suppress.
Not trusting her to be alone, Viggo opted to chain her in a way that she'd have no chances of escape. Rather than going for the wrists or ankles, he chose her vulnerable neck. Making use of a collar that was undoubtedly made for some type of animal, and chaining her to one of the pillars holding the tent in place. As a result, she was left sitting against the wooden beam, with only a few inches of slack in the chain for movement.
Now that she thought about it, she felt exactly like an animal.
Viggo had also left her a sizable roll of bread to chew on. Which, succumbing to the effects of hunger, she graciously devoured. Though, he'd made it clear that he had little interest in keeping her from starving, instead stating something about her needing the energy.
She didn't stop to think about what he meant by that.
It was also the first instance she'd been gifted with time away from that monster, leaving her to reflect on all that had happened.
How could she have been so careless? She should've known that flying into that fog bank meant the chance for capture, she should've retreated the second Stoick went down. Gods damn her stubbornness...
But seeing Viggo, and the Dragon Eye. She had to go after them!
Not that it mattered anymore, now the other riders would be put in danger if they'd dare to come rescue her. While she held onto the thought of rescue for dear life, she refused to think about what might happen when it actually occurred. For as long as she'd been a warrior, she'd been far more concerned with the lives of her fellow members than her own. And yet, here she was.
Astrid finished off the roll of bread, wincing as it passed down her raw throat. Pushing away the thoughts of exactly why her throat was raw.
Since their first encounter, she'd known Viggo was a bad man. Anyone who hunts and sells dragons for personal gain didn't exactly rank high on the riders' judgement scale. But she never thought he'd be capable of this.
Why was he so infatuated with her?
He never seemed the type of man to even take interest in sexuality. But here he was, mindlessly raping her like she was nothing but a living sex toy.
Her throat tightened at the thought… had it been rape?
Yes! Her mind screamed. She hadn't wanted it. None of it. But… she came…
Astrid whimpered, bringing her knees to her chest and burying her face. She only came because he'd forced her to, she had to save Stormfly! But no… that wasn't it. It was what happened after.
She hadn't even been touching herself when he fucked her, it just… happened!
It made absolutely no sense. Did that mean she liked it? It made her nauseated to think that he could have that type of effect on her body. That he could actually force her to feel pleasure, even if she didn't accept it. That alone was almost worse than being tortured, or raped so painfully she couldn't stand it.
No, there was no 'almost' about it, it WAS worse!
None of that matters. She had to tell herself. Stormfly was safe.
At least, she hoped.
In her time alone, her mind wandered to other things. Things to take her mind off everything that had happened, like being back on The Edge, feeling the thrill of flight she didn't realize she'd miss so much. Holding Hiccup's hand as they walked through the dragon base under moonlight.
Gods, had she really only been gone one day?!
It'd felt like she'd spent an eternity in Viggo's grasp. What were the other riders doing right now? She thought back to Viggo's words from before, would they really think to search his old base?
It wouldn't be unlikely, though surely Hiccup would search the seas first. Stoick was the last to see her, they'd know which direction to go… wouldn't they?
They'll find you. She thought, keeping her head straight. They'll find you…
Before she could think much longer on it, the sound of someone entering the tent caught her attention.
"How's the lady doing?" Viggo asked as he approached, looking as smug as usual.
Astrid tugged a little on the collar, coughing as it choked her, she glared at him.
"No reason to fight it," Viggo continued, kneeling in front of her. "It's just a precaution."
"Where's Stormfly?!" Astrid growled. "You promised I'd get to see her!"
"And I'm a man of my word, haven't I made that clear by now?"
Astrid stared angrily into his eyes, his smug expression faltered.
"You'll be happy to know that I've made the arrangements," He said, retrieving a discarded piece of rope to restrain her wrists. Then, removing a key from his pocket, he worked the lock on her collar. "She's waiting outside for you now."
"She is?!" Astrid breathed, adrenaline surging through her tired body.
Viggo smiled, as the collar fell from her neck. She made it to her feet, still stark naked. Either through anticipation or neglect, he didn't know, but she made no attempts to hide her body from him anymore.
"This way." Viggo prompted, leading her by the upper-arm to the entrance of the tent, "She's excited to see you as well." He chuckled. "Well, her and someone else."
Astrid stopped in her tracks as they'd made it to the entryway, "Someone else?"
Viggo stared at her up and down for a moment, before pushing the fabric flaps aside. Letting in the cool outside air, it hit her naked body like a wave.
Her eyes widened in horror.
In front of the tent, no more than twenty meters out, was in fact Stormfly. Restrained in dragon-proof chains from head to tail. Complete with a muzzle and metal blinders, restricting the dragon's vision.
But that wasn't the horrific part.
Astrid had been expecting restraints, but what she hadn't been expecting was the crowd of flyers and soldiers that grouped around the pathway between the tent entrance and where Stormfly laid.
The crowd was so dense, she couldn't tell where the soldiers ended and the actual base began. Many were much taller than her, far larger, and a hundred percent, undoubtedly more clothed than her. They fell into a symphony of hollers when they caught first sight of her, clearly anticipating this moment.
Astrid shivered, looking down at her naked body, taking a timid step backwards into the tent. She felt Viggo's hand against her back, halting her movements.
"Ah ah ah." He mused. "Our deal was final. You wanted to see your dragon, there she is."
Trembling in his grasp, her fearful eyes met his, desperation laced her voice. "V-Viggo…"
She shrieked as he pushed her forward with enough force to knock her over, she landed with a thud on the dirt walkway, as the crowd before her erupted in amused laughter. Astrid whimpered as she looked upwards, seeing the narrow path to Stormfly. She just needed to make it to Stormfly!
Standing on shaky legs, she covered herself as much as possible with her restrained arms. Pressing them against her exposed breasts and stepping bow-legged towards her destination. Doing her best to ignore the onslaught of yells and calls that overwhelmed her senses. The evening sky made the surrounding area somewhat dark, but several onlookers wielded torches, giving an orange glow to the setting.
Some of them were easily identifiable flyers, complete with spiked helmets that obscured their faces, and dark warpaint masking the little skin that was showing. Others were basic soldiers. Nevertheless, the dense crowd took no issue in voicing their nefarious thoughts.
"Thor almighty…"
"Why are you cowering, lass? Give us a show!"
Someone whistled, "Do all dragon riders sport an ass like that?"
"Hey, that's the future Chieftess of Berk, show some respect, mate!" Sarcasm rang heavy in his voice.
"Gods, Stoick's boy is a lucky bastard."
"I think you mean we're the lucky bastards!"
All the while, she kept her gaze on Stormfly. Out of some miracle, no one grabbed for her along the way. Likely due to commands by Viggo, but it didn't matter, as long as they didn't touch her…
"Oh, Stormfly…"
Astrid's voice shook with concern as she finally reached her dragon. She held out a bound hand, idly placing it on her large horn. Causing the dragon to flinch violently in response.
"Stormfly! It's me." Astrid begged, now hovering her hands over the beast's nostrils to sniff.
The familiarity of her voice and scent appeared to work, as Stormfly squawked happily through the muzzle. Her entire body shifting beneath the restraints, either in happiness or relief, Astrid didn't know.
"That's it girl, I'm here." Astrid rested her head against Stormfly's. Blocking out the continuous hollers from the crowd behind her with the comfort of seeing her best friend alive. Astrid fought through the emotion, "We're gonna make it out of here, girl. I promise…"
Suddenly, the deafening crowd behind her went completely silent. Astrid stopped, reluctantly turning to look behind her. In the pathway back to the tent, Viggo stood, holding up a hand to silence the surrounding hunters.
"I think you've had long enough, my dear. Come back here." He gently commanded, holding out a hand.
The crowd of onlookers turned back to Astrid with smug expressions, awaiting her next move.
She hesitated, keeping herself pressed against her dragon. "I… No! I don't want to leave her!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice," Viggo responded, calm but sternly. "Come. Here."
In that moment, Astrid's better judgement slipped from her once more, and she held still. Not wanting to leave the comfort of being with her dragon, who was just as captive as she was. She needed to stay with Stormfly, she needed to.
"No…" Astrid whispered, still audible over the silent crowd.
Viggo's eyes trailed her for a few moments, before he finally spoke up. "Very well." He turned his head to the crowd. "Guardsmen!"
Astrid nearly doubled over as a sickening wail from her dragon rang through her ears. She turned, seeing several hunters with longspears jabbing into Stormfly's sides, pulling them away to reveal points coated in shimmery blood.
"NO!" Astrid wailed, her own state of indecency forgotten in the fear of her dragon being tortured. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Astrid lunged forward, only for a hand to catch a fistful of her hair, yanking her backwards as she fell to the dirt ground. She yelped upon impact, her head taking most of the brunt, making the scene playing out before her even harder to make out in the darkening evening.
The crowd of soldiers was a scramble, some moving in the direction of Stormfly, several making a tight gaggle around her hunched form. She blinked the pain away from her impact, voices swarming through the compact air.
Then, she felt hands on her. Unable to make out exactly where they were coming from, or who they belonged to, she started kicking.
"Get away from me!" She growled, before she was roughly pinned on her back.
One of the men, a flyer, straddled her chest, forcing her bound arms to her front and holding a fistful of her hair to the dirt. Rendering her motionless. Unable to see his face through the darkness and the helmet he wore, the only thing she could make out was his voice.
"Don't worry about that dragon," He mused, free hand fiddling with his trousers. "How about you ride this one?"
Astrid screamed in terror as a hot, half-erect penis fell in her face. Wincing, she tried turning her head to avoid it, the hand in her hair restricting her. The flyer grabbed it, slapping it against her cheek a few times as she fought the urge to throw up. It was then she became painfully aware of the rest of her body, the hands elsewhere never ceasing. With the flyer straddling her, she had no idea who they were, or even how many there were. One palming the space between her legs.
She choked on air as she felt a finger probe at her slit, before forcing its way inside of her.
Shrieking as moments passed like hours, the ordeal had stopped just as quick as it had started. The flyer on top of her was violently pushed aside, collapsing next to her as the hands on her body and between her legs retreated. When the fearful haze finally cleared from her vision, she saw Viggo standing above her.
Without a word, he leaned over, effortlessly picking her up and hauling her over his shoulder. As the adrenaline mellowed in her veins, she fell limp against his hold.
"Get that dragon back to the cages!" He commanded, pushing through the dense crowd back to the tent.
Astrid watched as Stormfly was wheeled away by the groups of men, still making noises of utter pain that broke Astrid's heart.
As they entered the tent, the feverous yelling from outside became muffled, leaving her alone with Viggo Grimborn yet again. He idly carried her over to the table, placing her on shaky legs and guiding her into the chair.
"You must excuse those men," He started, grabbing a strewn blanket from the bed and placing it around her. A gesture that surprised Astrid, but she tightened the fabric around herself nonetheless. "I gave them strict orders to refrain from touching you."
Then, he sat opposite her. His face was unreadable, though Astrid highly doubted regret was hidden beneath his strong features.
"Stormfly…" Her voice was shaky with anger and fear.
"It was only a matter of reinforcement. I have to keep you in line, my dear."
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Astrid screamed in rage, burying her face shamefully into the blanket while catching her breath.
A few moments of silence passed before Viggo spoke again, his voice surprisingly gentle. "What did they do to you?"
Astrid raised her flushed face to look at him in question.
"The men who surrounded you." He clarified.
It was the last thing she wanted to think about, let alone vocalize. Though, it had been nothing that the man sitting across from her hadn't done already, why was he so concerned all of the sudden?
"T-They were all grabbing at me… One of them held me down, r-rubbed his… his penis on my face. And..." Her voice broke, she swallowed dryly. "I couldn't see who, but someone put his finger inside me."
All the while, Viggo showed no emotion, just listened carefully to her descriptions. "I assure you they'll be punished for their insubordination."
"Insubordination?" Astrid pressed angrily. "They violated me!"
Viggo leaned back in his chair, "I understand you're upset."
"You do?!" Astrid balled her fists in rage. "How, Viggo?! HOW?! You've done worse to me in just the past twenty-four hours! You kidnapped me! You tortured my dragon! You drugged and RAPED me! You've ruined my LIFE!" Tears of anguish trailed down her flushed cheeks, her fragile body shaking violently beneath the sheet. "Even if I make it home, everything's RUINED! I'll be ridiculed! Seen as nothing but damaged! A slut who slept with the enemy! I can't marry the love of my life because of you! GODS DAMN YOU TO HELL!"
Astrid hunched over the table, burying her face in her bound arms and sobbing miserably. She didn't bother looking back at him, thinking that if she caught sight of his stupid face for one more second, she'd die from the anger pulsing through her veins alone. She didn't care to hide her emotion any longer, why should she? He'd seen her naked, vulnerable, he'd been inside her for gods' sakes. Why should she care if he sees her cry?
This continued for some time, longer than Astrid could keep track of, until her cries died down, and she heard some type of shuffling beside her.
She looked up with tired red eyes, still foggy with tears, looking to the source of the noise. Viggo was no longer sitting across from her, instead, messing with an assortment of bottles and tankards across the tent. When he approached her again, he placed a tankard down in front of her.
She eyed it warily, glaring at him.
"Just mead, my dear." He said, placing his own tankard on the table and reclaiming his seat. His face was still void of emotion, "Let me make myself very clear. While I have the utmost respect for your skills as a dragon rider, you are my prisoner. I won't be compelled to feel empathy after all you and those riders have put me through."
Astrid's eyes drifted over his scarred face, he continued. "I've gone through my entire life respecting my adversaries, but Hiccup Haddock has proved to me that such was nothing more than a mistake." He swirled the contents of his cup, but didn't drink any. "You're nothing more than a pawn in this game, my dear. You're suffering due to the actions of that boy, nothing more, nothing less. That's why I'm doing this."
Astrid closed her eyes in utter devastation, slowly shaking her head. "Please… please Viggo…"
He picked up his tankard, glancing idly at hers. "Take the edge off, my dear. You could use it."
Astrid's features softened. Not in relaxation, but in a disturbing form of acceptance. A prisoner. Her mind repeated over and over. A prisoner.
She wanted relief. Gods, she wanted relief. Glancing at the tankard before her, she slowly picked it up, making due with her bound wrists. Sniffing, the sweet aroma of berries tinged with alcohol filled her nose. Giving in, she drank. Relishing the burn of it sliding down her sore throat, a promise of inebriation with it, something she craved almost more than freedom itself.
Before she knew it, the cup was empty, and she placed it gently on the wooden surface of the table. That's when she finally noticed Viggo, who had not moved an inch. He'd kept his eyes fixed on her, the drink in his hands still untouched. He smiled upon her completion, showing the first signs of emotion since their trip outside. Sitting the full tankard noisily down on the table, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the surface in a crude gesture of fascination.
"What?.." She questioned as he remained silent.
"You… are so beautiful."
Astrid blinked, somewhat dumbfounded by his comment.
"I consider myself lucky to have had you," Viggo continued. "Not many men get the opportunity to lay with someone like you, my dear."
Her eyes fell, as she felt the warm buzz of alcohol in her belly begin to expand elsewhere. Her vision was beginning to fade, either through the inebriation, or through exhaustion. Likely both. She didn't care, though… there was something else too.
The warmth of the contents in her body continued to spread, all of her limbs becoming somewhat heavy. Like the fatigue that comes after a strong workout. But an oddly significant amount of the burning sensations pooled in her lower belly, spilling like a waterfall into her groin.
Her brows hitched at the strange sensation, and she squirmed a little in her seat. What was happening?
Through the chaos spreading through her body, she managed a question. "W-Why aren't you drinking?"
Viggo smiled again, bringing the cup to his lips. "No reason."
He took a sip of the potent mead, enamored eyes watching her every move.
Astrid tucked the blanket tighter around herself, her movements awkward with her bindings. Her breath was getting heavier as the odd tingling sensations in her groin became too strong to ignore. Then, it traveled to different places. Her face down to her chest flushed red. Even beneath the blanket, she noticed her nipples become unavoidably erect, sensitive to the touch as they rubbed against the fabric. Even an inch of movement sent electricity through her veins, directed back to her groin each and every time. She blinked, squirming far more noticeably than before.
"What's the matter, my dear?" Viggo mused. "You appear to be in distress."
"What…" Astrid started, finding words difficult through her panting. "What kind of mead was that?"
Viggo waved his hand dismissively, "Oh, just something I picked up from a trader in the east. It is a rather difficult substance to come by."
"Mmmph-!" Astrid jolted as her insides hitched a little, an oncoming arousal like she's never experienced bubbled deep in her core...
Arousal?
Her fingers twitched as she balled her hands into fists, attempting to fight the effects. "What do you mean, difficult to come by?"
"No need to get into specifics, dear Astrid." Viggo set his cup aside, standing abruptly from his seat. "You aren't looking so good, perhaps you should lay down."
He grabbed her arm, pulling her from the chair into a standing position.
"AHH!" Astrid yelped, feeling another strong spasm in her groin through the sudden motion. It was then she realized something even more horrific: just how wet she'd gotten. Upon standing, she felt an uncomfortable release of slimy, hot fluid from her quim. It trailed in narrow streaks down her inner-thighs, making the flesh slippery.
Additionally, the blanket had fallen from around her shoulders as she flinched, her shaky legs faltering as she fell into Viggo's grasp.
He chuckled, "This way."
He sounded entirely unaffected by whatever was happening to her, only showing amusement in her distress.
As Astrid struggled to get control of her feet during their venture toward the bed, she was hit with yet another debilitating sensation. Her clit, now swelled to the point of bursting, began throbbing uncontrollably. It felt like the equivalent of riding a wild dragon, groin slamming repeatedly into the feverish beast's pronounced spine; the only difference, directed only at that pea-sized bundle of nerves. A throbbing that threatened any semblance of composure she had remaining.
Viggo finally spoke as they reached the edge of the bed, "They aren't quite sure what causes it." He began, spinning her trembling body and pushing her backwards onto the soft surface. She landed on her back with a whimper. "But it has the most pronounced effects of any aphrodisiac known to Vikings."
Astrid hardly registered anything he was saying, far too focused on the unbearable heat taking over of her entire body. In a moment of desperation, she reached down between her legs, aiming to make quick purchase of her engorged clitoris, anything to sate her desires. She cried out as Viggo stopped her, forcibly grabbing her wrists and making his way to the side of the bed.
"V-Viggo!" Astrid begged, her whining uncontrollable as he secured her bound wrists to the headboard, rendering her arms useless. "Why?! W-What's happening to me?!"
Viggo walked slowly back to the foot of the bed, standing over her with dark amusement in his eyes. Her frantic squirming had turned into all-out thrusts of her narrow hips, seeking any form of friction that would put an end to her suffering, though finding nothing but empty air.
Viggo chuckled, "How about another game?"
Through her torment, Astrid found his eyes, distress written all over her sweaty face. "No! Please, I don't want to- OHH!"
Her back arched as she felt another surge of spasms in her lower-belly, sex organs writhing beneath her pale flesh. It was quickly becoming painful, she screwed her eyes closed, tears of desperation squeezing out and trailing down the sides of her face.
"Hmm," Viggo hummed, leaning over to run his hands over her bare legs. "Your body is telling me something very different…"
The contact, as small as it was, sent a series of desperate moans falling from her lips. Her trembling legs instinctually opened, revealing her flushed undercarriage, slick and twitching, begging to be touched.
"Here are the rules," Viggo went on, sliding his large hands over her legs. "I'm going to give you what you want, what you need." He nearly smiled in affection as her face lit up with hope, but suppressed it. "I'm going to pleasure you."
"PLEASE!" Astrid cried out, disregarding all self control at the notion of relief, she pathetically humped at the air a bit more. "Yes, I need- yes! Please, Viggo!"
Her begging was music to his ears, making him feel a tinge of regret at what he was going to say next.
"But, there's one condition."
She stopped her squirming, desperate to give him what he wanted so long as he ended her suffering.
Viggo looked down at her sternly, "You aren't allowed to make any noise, understand?"
Astrid blinked, before continuing her writhing, uncontrollable whimpers sounding from her throat. "B-But, I can't help it!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to, my dear."
"What if- Mmmfph, what if I don't?"
Viggo stopped his hands, "You are aware that I drank the mead as well, aren't you?" He stood straight up, allowing Astrid a view of his trousers. She stared at the unmistakable bulge in his pants, more tears falling from her eyes as he undid his belt, pulling them down to reveal his growing erection.
He continued as he exposed himself, "One cup of that mead, and a man can last for hours. My record is nine rounds, although I'm always up for a challenge."
Astrid stared at his penis fearfully, "Please! I-I don't want it inside me again!" Even though her body was craving sex, her heart still refused him, no drug could make her want Viggo Grimborn in that way.
Viggo ignored her cries, "I only took a sip, and well," He glanced down at his length, now fully erect. It was highly possible that it had more to do with watching the girl before him writhe in sexual desperation than the mead, but either way, it didn't matter. "Every noise you make, I'll take another."
He leaned forward again, this time, climbing onto the bed and settling himself over her body. Until he was face to face with her.
"What happens to you tonight is entirely dependent on you, understand?" He asked, voice just above a whisper.
Astrid stared at him, before closing her eyes in shame, more tears falling as she painstakingly sucked in her lips. She nodded.
"Good." Viggo's eyes trailed over her pretty face, her lips remained sucked in, the typical pink now white with the pressure she put on them. Clearly she was taking the game seriously.
Unable to help himself, he started at her neck, dipping down to gently kiss the hot, exposed flesh. He started off gently, then began to suck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he ventured downward. Astrid kept her head turned away from him, but he could sense her body reacting to his touches, jolting with every contact. Either in pleasure, relief, or an immense disgust. Perhaps it was an intoxicating combination of all three?
Soon, he'd made it to her chest, her delicate breasts that shook beautifully with every move of her body. He palmed one of them, staring at her face as he squeezed it, she kept her eyes closed, refusing to look at him. Viggo smiled, before turning his attention back to her pretty mound.
We'll see about this.
Running his thumb over her hard nipple, he leaned down, wrapping his lips around the little red bud and sucking it into his mouth. Another noticeable flinch of her body beneath him, but to his surprise, she remained quiet. Even as he flicked her sensitive nipple with his tongue and massaged it with his eager lips, nothing.
Impressive.
He released her breast from his mouth, glancing at her face again, her eyes were still closed, though her breathing had gotten much heavier. Confirmed by the way her tits moved under his grasp. Viggo went for her other nipple, working it the same way he did the first. More squirms from the girl, but no sounds.
She was far more resistant than anyone he'd ever seen under the effects of the mead, so much so he was in disbelief. But no matter, breast stimulation was one thing, there was a far more reliable way to make her moan. Scream even. It sent a shiver down his spine and a twitch down his cock just thinking about it.
He moved downward, pressing kisses along her frontside, noticing how she trembled more and more violently as he slowly approached her groin. Her body anticipated it, long legs spreading to compensate for his large body settling between them. Viggo continued kissing until he reached the sparse, dark-blonde hair of her mound. He pulled away then, examining her gorgeous pussy laid out before him on a silver platter. Wetness continuously seeped from her swollen folds, masking the area in a slick sheen. Every few moments, he could see her slit give little twitches in reaction to her internal spasms of arousal. She was just aching to be touched.
Astrid's desperation turned to impatience as she finally opened her eyes, glancing down at him feverishly in anticipation. For a brief moment, their eyes met, Viggo smirked as he trailed a hand up her inner-thigh, before gently brushing his fingers over her needy cunt.
The long-anticipated contact drew a gasp from her.
Viggo drew his hand away quickly, staring up at her authoritatively. "That's one."
Astrid blinked in confusion, "But I only breathed!"
"Two." Viggo affirmed smugly.
Taking the hint, Astrid let her head fall back, feeling entirely defeated and at Viggo Grimborn's mercy. She wouldn't let herself get annoyed, or even angry, she was far too needy for that at the moment. She sucked in her lips again.
Viggo's attention went back to her slick mound, his own arousal becoming painfully unavoidable as it lay pressed against the rugged furs. Pulsating and leaking precum, he thought briefly about reaching down to pleasure himself through his endeavors. Ultimately deciding against it, he needed to stay focused.
He slipped his large hands under her buttocks, grabbing her hips in a vice-grip in preparation for his next move.
For a moment, Astrid was confused, so unbelievably aroused that her muddled brain ceased to recognize why his hands were where they were, how was he supposed to pleasure her with no hands?! Until, a feeling she'd never forget stole the breath from her lungs and sent electricity through her writhing body.
Viggo had leaned in, swiping his hot, wet tongue between her slick folds and flicking up over her clit. Astrid blinked rapidly, not believing she was actually feeling what she was until she looked down between her legs, confirming her suspicions as Viggo went in for another lick. A sensation that was twice the first sent a choked scream from deep in her throat, by some miracle, she managed to catch it. Remembering the Thor-forsaken rules of the game.
Then he licked again, and again and again and again.
Astrid's brain had gone so muddy with euphoria that, within moments of him licking, the surprise of her first orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.
"OHHHH!" Astrid cried as her entire body tensed, going a little cross-eyed as the first burst of tingles erupted in her core, climaxing on Viggo's tongue.
Viggo chuckled, sending vibrations through her sensitive underside. "Three." He taunted, muffled by her wetness.
The hunter was enjoying every second of it, sighing in bliss as a cascade of her juices squeezed out of her pulsating entrance and onto his awaiting tongue, fresh from her much-needed orgasm. It was a nice taste, salty upon first contact, then bitter as it remained, but nice. And there was so much of it, he held her hips so tightly he was sure there would be bruises after, just so he could keep her still long enough to slurp it all up.
His tongue was moving much faster now, attempting to compensate for the way her hips gyrated towards him, seeking more pleasure from his eager mouth. Viggo purposefully directed his attention to her entrance, occasionally dipping his tongue inside as deep as it would go, wriggling it inside of her just to see what her reaction would be. It was always more thrashing, more humping, more pulsating from her tight hole. It was maddening.
His endeavors were not lost upon Astrid, whose vision was hazy in the pleasure she was receiving, she bit into the sensitive skin of her lips to mute her cries, tasting blood and disregarding the pain. She let out a squeak as he licked another orgasm out of her, it was audible, even through her closed lips.
"Mmm, four." Viggo murmured.
Seeking more reactions from her, he removed his tongue, sliding a finger into her wet hole, tweaking it to massage her insides.
Clearly, it was an action she was not anticipating. Her eyes went wide, and an odd, choked sound came from her throat. Viggo chuckled, her efforts to stay quiet were obvious, making the game that much sweeter when she failed.
"Five."
Astrid's fists clenched hard as he continued moving his finger, wriggling it deeper and deeper into her sensitive channel, poking and prodding spots she'd never realized existed. She could feel herself building to another orgasm, in the strange way she had when he'd been fucking her earlier. It was deep, coming from somewhere in her untouched insides. She didn't know what it was, but with the aphrodisiac pulsing through her system, she welcomed it. Desired it. Needed it.
But all too suddenly, Viggo stopped, removing his finger and refraining from touching her all together. Astrid had to stop herself from whimpering, opting to look down at him questionably, desperation in her tear-stricken eyes.
Viggo stared at her shamelessly, his mouth tweaking into a sadistic smile as her hips twitched upwards, humping to seek contact with him, but not receiving it.
For him, it was far more amusing than he thought it would be. Watching her squirm, her body seeking his touch. Just as he'd expected, she sought more pleasure, the mead in full effect at this point. Of course, his own arousal was painfully neglected, but just a little longer…
Astrid's mind was feverish, disregarding any scrap of dignity and desperately searching for another release. She'd hoped the climaxes would've brought her some sense of satisfaction, but it had only aided in fueling the fire in her body, she needed more.
And he wasn't giving it to her!
He only kept staring, smug smile taunting her as she lay there, he knew exactly what he was doing. His hot breath ghosted across her sensitive underside, teasing her.
Her chest heaved for air, never seeming to get enough, she dug her heels into his back in a pathetic attempt to pull him closer, but he wouldn't budge. Her weak legs were trembling far too much to work efficiently, she was completely at his mercy.
Astrid's eyes rolled back in her head as another wave of spasms hit her insides, far more intense than before. The burning in her crotch becoming too intense to endure. Her pussy pulsated, her clit throbbed. She needed to cum. Now!
Fuck it.
"V-Viggo!" Astrid yelled, the threat of what he would do to her afterwards forgotten in her need for pleasure. "TOUCH ME! M-My pussy, touch it! Please touch it!"
His grip tightened on her hips, but he remained still, soaking in her cries and relishing in her desperation. Tears fell from her eyes as she pleaded.
"Please! Please!" She begged, desperately humping at his face. "It hurts! I NEED it! PLEASE! Please just-! AHHH!"
She screamed as he suddenly succumbed to her requests, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around her clit. He graciously sucked at it, tonguing the nub as he nursed.
Astrid saw stars, her entire body trembling as she came instantaneously. Deafening moans falling from her lips, the twisted game she'd been trying to beat forgotten entirely. It just kept going. Her insides throbbing through the orgasmic waves, a burst of tingles flooding her abdomen. Her hips began shaking violently as Viggo hummed around her clit, the vibrations pushing her further into orgasmic bliss.
Viggo's grip tightened on her pale flesh as he himself experienced an unexpected climax. For a moment, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, before unloading on the furs beneath him. Cumming without even touching himself.
Even he was amazed, watching the vixen beneath him scream in euphoria had tipped him over the edge. Oh, tonight was going to be fun...
Finally, Astrid painstakingly came down from her heights, humming gently to herself as the ecstasy faded in her veins. Leaving her a panting, sweaty mess on the strewn furs. Slowly, her thoughts came back to her, and she realized the circumstances she was in.
Her eyes shot open, looking down her body to see Viggo standing. The head of his penis smeared with a creamy substance, though it remained fully erect. She searched for understanding in his eyes, but he ignored her stare.
Instead, he sauntered over to the table, picking up his tankard and giving her nude form one last glance. He tipped it back, downing the entire cup in a matter of seconds. All the while, Astrid watched in horror, knowing she'd thrown away her chances of success by giving into the pleasure he brought her. A deep regret mixed with self-hatred ballooned in her chest, but there was no helping her now.
When he finished with the cup, he placed it noisily back on the table.
"I have to thank you, my dear." He mused, slowly walking back toward the bed. As he spoke, he began discarding his clothing, one piece at a time. "As I said, what happens tonight was fully within your control. And you've decided…"
Astrid sobbed where she lay. He was naked now, and she trembled in fear as he crawled onto the bed, settling himself above her. He gently caressed her tear-stained face, she turned her head to avoid it, only for him to painfully grasp at her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
His voice was low, gravely with lust. "We are going to have a very fun night."
Astrid watched helplessly as he took his large, erect cock in his hand, rubbing it on her slick underside. She cried, gasping as he slid it inside. More tears filled her eyes as he began steadily pumping into her, one thought on her mind:
Damn you to hell Astrid. Damn you…
A/N
Thank you for reading the story! More to follow soon. Chapter 5 is currently up on my if you're interested: /nightwritestales