As you can see...

I'm not dead.

In fact, I spent a good deal of time during the past months working on various stories. But I never had the motivation or energy to finish anything.

Anyway, here we are now. Originally, I planned for this chapter to be the last in this first installment of The Darkcup Chronicles. But Hiccup had other plans and so there's going to be another chapter after this one after all.

Hiccup soon found out that keeping his promise proved to be more difficult than he'd thought.

Oh, taking care of Astrid's needs was a great way to pass the time! The best even, in his opinion.

To his own surprise, what he enjoyed the most was eating her out. With a chair placed in the right position, it was even comfortable, and he enjoyed her like a delicious treat, unable to get enough.

His hands were on her thighs, occasionally caressing over her ass and lazily holding her in place while his mouth ravished her as he pleased. It was so easy, so effortless. With her body constantly digesting Toothless's cum, she was on a never-ending high. She was so sensitive that it only took a minute of his tongue lapping at her sex and a few seconds of mercilessly sucking at her clit to make her come - again and again and again .

"Aaaahhhrghh! Hic- Oohhhhhhh… Hiccup!"

Her screams were music to his ears as he thoroughly licked up her arousal, his hands caressing over her quivering thighs. Above him, she was writhing, painful overstimulation making her howl. No coherent words left her mouth, her mind was not capable of that anymore, but she sounded as if she was pleading for him to stop, begging even.

Well, he wouldn't stop. These moments of heightened sensitivity never lasted long and then she would beg for him to go on, anyway. Be it teasing overstimulation like this, not stopping eating her out at all as he'd done before, or soft kisses and bites at her thighs to slowly work his way up until her bucking hips and pleading moans urged him to go on; it all brought her more pleasure in this stage, made her come and come again. She was a spectacle, a piece of art, and Hiccup thoroughly enjoyed enjoying his new plaything.

But no, she wasn't just a new plaything. She was so much more, the fulfillment of his dreams, the love of his life. She was the prize he'd earned for himself for never giving up. The prize he deserved.

Giving his jaw and tongue a brief break, he stood up and pushed the chair aside for the moment. Astrid mewled at the loss of closeness and strained against her bonds to get closer again. The sight made Hiccup smirk.

"So eager," he murmured into her hair as he stepped closer. "But don't worry, milady. I'm far from done with you. You have all my attention until you're back to normal. And after that, everything will be so much easier, for both of us."

Astrid let out a little sigh and relaxed, though whether it was because of his promise, his reassuring words, or his hands caressing her body he didn't know. Probably all of it. His hands glided over her sweaty skin, exploring, searching, claiming every curve of her body. She was his, all of her. Her thighs, her hips, her perfectly shaped ass. Her flat stomach and tiny waist. Her boobs. Oh, how he loved those.

He took each of them in one hand, weighing them and slowly playing with her nipples. They weren't overly big, but that was fine with him. On her, they were perfect. Hiccup kept playing with them, slowly, and intently watched her face. Her eyes were unfocused, rolling around in their sockets as her body tried to process all sensations. They became more hectic the longer he kept the light playing up, wanton moans dropping off her lips and her body twisting in search of more. Truly a sight to behold.

"You're so needy," he whispered. "Do you think I can make you come just from this? Just playing with your nipples until you can't take it anymore?"

Astrid didn't reply except letting out yet another moan, which Hiccup took as an affirmation - whether it was meant as one or not. With a slight smirk, he dragged the calloused pads of his thumbs over her nipples. Astrid's back arched as she pressed into his touch in search of more. Gods, she was so perfect!

Only slowly did Hiccup increase the intensity of his hands on her breasts. Before long, Astrid was sobbing with unresolved tension; Hiccup's constant teasing was enough to feed her pleasure-hungry body but not enough to satisfy her. Yet. With avid eyes, he watched her features shift with his every touch, her eyes and mouth, the flush on her cheeks and neck, how her body quivered beneath his hands. She was so much fun to play with!

But eventually, he decided to show mercy. From one moment to the other, he gripped her nipples tight between his fingers, squeezing hard and twisting .

Astrid's eyes snapped open in shock, her mouth following. The scream that echoed through his hut was filled with surprise and pain - but only for the fraction of a second. And then she came.

Her body shook with a full body spasm, more intense than Hiccup had expected. She twisted with her orgasm, writhing and yelling. His hands on her breasts were still holding tight, stimulating her further with pain and pleasure, and her orgasm seemed to feed on it. But then, that was the point. Making her receptive to pain as part of sex was part of her training. Mesmerized, he watched her unravel, his mouth hanging open at the beauty in front of him.

When it was over, she slumped in on herself, gasping for air. Feeling generous, Hiccup reached up to her collar and loosened it a little, giving her a bit of a break. Astrid immediately sucked in air, greedily, and her heaving chest right in front of his eyes momentarily distracted him.

With his hands loosely resting around her waist, he buried his face between her breasts and took a deep breath. Here, her scent was so much more potent, sweet and floral, with that spicy trace of sex and lust. Groaning, he pressed closer, inhaling more of her scent, her purest self, and when that wasn't enough brought out his tongue to lick her skin, her sweat. She was his now, everything about her, and he loved her so much. More than words could ever express.

For a few minutes, Hiccup relished in his victory and the serenity of the moment. But it didn't take long until Astrid stirred again, her body growing tense again.

"Hiccup…"

His name was little more than a whisper, dropping weakly off her tongue, but the message was clear. She needed him, needed him to go on, to take care of her needs. It made a shiver run down his spine, anticipation and joy coiling deep inside him.

"I know, my love," he murmured against her heated skin. "I won't neglect my promise to you."

He placed another quick kiss on her chest, then rearranged the ropes to lower her until she was on eye level with him again.

"You truly are absolute perfection, do you know that?" He let his lips glide along hers.

"P-please," she gasped, straining against her bonds to press herself closer to him.

Hiccup hummed in appreciation. "Good girl. But you'll have to wait a moment. Let me get you some water, and then I will give you what you want."

She whined, making Hiccup chuckle to himself as he stepped away from her. It really took only a few seconds until he was back with a mug half-filled with water, but in her current state, that might have felt like hours.

"Here, drink that," he said as he held the mug to her lips and slowly poured the content into her mouth. Filled with Toothless' cum as she was, she wouldn't need any food until all this was over, but water was another matter. Although, even though Astrid drank it eagerly, it obviously wasn't because she was thirsty in the literal sense.

"Slowly," he cautioned her, lips twitching into a smirk. "I know you want to get on, but you need to rehydrate, too."

Her renewed whine told him that her body disagreed. Another proof that she needed him to take proper care of her. Her priorities were all twisted toward only one goal, and even though he greatly enjoyed that, her health and well-being were too important to him to dally with.

Once the mug was empty, Hiccup placed it on a shelf to the side and then stepped between her spread legs again. Her eyes, dizzy as they were, gleamed with anticipation as he undid his pants, his hard length poking at her thing.

"Is it this you want?" he asked in a low voice, lazily thrusting along her skin.

"Yes…"

It was clear how much strength and concentration this one word cost her. How much effort she put into being good for him. Smiling with satisfaction, Hiccup cupped her neck with one hand and turned the wheel on the back a few notches tighter. It made her whine but also tense up in anticipation; her body knew by now that the tighter collar meant pleasure was soon to follow.

He kept her waiting for a little longer, rubbing his cock against her entrance as he pulled her into a kiss. Building her anticipation was fun, and proving to her he could deliver afterward was even better.

Joy.

Satisfaction.

Bliss.

Those were the things she felt as he finally entered her body. He was rough, a sharp thrust deep into her core, but she didn't mind. Oh, she needed this, him, needed to be filled and stretched, needed the stimulation, the pleasure. It was all that mattered anymore.

There was no room inside her for any thoughts, or even for any other sensations. There was only lust, only desire, burning and demanding, smothering her mind.

Yes, yes, yes!

Her body jubilated at every hard thrust, every fiber of her being singing at the pleasure he brought her. This was it, all that mattered, all she needed, the center of her existence. Higher and higher he pushed her, mercilessly, wonderfully, until she fell apart around him, her scream of ecstasy muffled by his hungry mouth. Her body loved reaching these climaxes, she loved it, whatever way he chose to give it to her. But like this, feeling him so deep inside her as her muscles clenched around him - it was the best.

Especially when he didn't stop just because she'd already had an orgasm.

The pain of overstimulation was real, yet at the same time, it was not. She registered the pain, but it didn't feel like pain. It was more like a promise, the assurance that more pleasure was on the way, more of this all-ruling, fulfilling sensation that only Hiccup could give her. So even though she screamed at the pain, she also welcomed it, brimming with anticipation and excitement.

Drowning in this ocean of desire and need, she barely noticed how the pain turned to pleasure again. It was both becoming the same, somehow. Just this endless sea of feeling, burning, exploding, longing. And Hiccup, always Hiccup, holding her, guiding her, leading her where she needed to go.

Why had she ever fought against him?

Her next orgasm caught her by surprise. Tense from the pleasure-pain and distracted by how much she loved Hiccup and being with him, she'd barely registered his ongoing thrusts and the building pleasure. So coming out of nowhere, it crashed through her like the waves during a storm, nearly tearing her apart. This time, she was free to cry out her pleasure, a dearly needed release to the overwhelming sensations. It was like lightning cracking through her body, through every cell, making her fingertips tingle and her toes curl. Around her, the world was spinning but it held no meaning to her. Because Hiccup still didn't finish, his thrusts relentlessly carrying her through her climax and beyond.

Once the sensations his thrusts created in her turned from stabbing to thrumming again, Hiccup slowed. His hand on her neck moved, supporting the weight of her head, and when she blinked her bleary eyes open, his face was right in front of her.

"I love you so much," he murmured, his voice so soft and comforting. "You know that, right?"

She wanted to reply, assure him that she knew and that she loved him, too. But those eyes... Deep green, so warm and earnest, brimming with emotions. She lost herself in them, felt cradled and safe. So long as these eyes watched over her, benevolent and not angry, everything would be alright.

In the end, she could only give him a low moan and something of a weak nod, but it was enough. Hiccup smiled at her, so beautiful, and then resumed fucking into her. It wasn't like before though, not just purposeful thrusts aimed at taking care of her needs, at making her come. No, this time, he went slower, and while she appreciated the gentler stimulation, it also confused her. This was different. Why? Why did he change his tactic?

Hiccup went on, changing pace to slower or faster without a pattern, and eventually, Astrid's addled mind understood what he was doing. He was teasing her.

That realization drew a desperate whine from deep within her throat. This wasn't what she needed. She needed to finish. Her body was burning already again, needing the release. She didn't want to play , couldn't bear it. She shook her head, trying to make Hiccup understand, but he just chuckled.

"Don't worry, love. I know what I'm doing."

She mewled again, desperate, but couldn't do anything but take it, anyway. There was a series of hard thrusts, thoroughly shaking her body, and her climax was almost in reach when he switched to slowly rolling his hips again, nearly leaving her completely before pushing back in. On and on he went, pushing her higher and higher but never letting her reach her end. It left her sobbing, her body tense and coiled so tightly that she thought she might shatter at any moment. It was getting too much, couldn't he see it? She tried to plead for him to give her what she needed. She needed to come, release from this unbearable tightness, needed it like she needed air to breathe.

Or maybe even more than that.

The change came suddenly. Just a light brush against her neck, and then… The logical part of her mind fell into a panic as she couldn't breathe anymore. The collar was too tight. Was Hiccup… was he going to kill her after all?

However, it wasn't that logical part of her mind that was in control. Her head became fuzzy, even more so than before. Her vision swam before her eyes, black splotches forming. Her muscles fought against her bonds, trying to free her, to live. But in the end, it was her body who was in control, her desire. And it decided that she needed another orgasm more than she needed air.

Uncaring of how she'd burn through her remaining oxygen even faster, Astrid's body fought to reach her end this time. Hiccup's thrusts were hard, powerful, promising, her orgasm so soooo close. She couldn't let it slip away again, had to reach it. She rolled her hips as best she could, meeting his cock whenever he surged forward, taking him deep, as deeply as she could. It was there, within reach, almost…

Right before she came, the pressure around her neck decreased again. Oxygen flooded her brain, bringing euphoria unlike anything else and flinging her over the edge with unparalleled force. Astrid howled, her body all but bursting with sensations as the world around her drowned in white light and fire.

There was only so much Hiccup could take. And watching Astrid in this state of pure ecstasy, hearing that primal scream, feeling how her body shook, spasmed, and clenched so unbearably tight around his cock - that was more than he could take.

Buried as deeply inside her as he could, he finally came as well, his cock twitching within her tight body as he filled her with all his pent-up cum and desire. Gods, she was perfect.

He held on to her as he floated down from his height, cradling her trembling body in his arms. Enjoying this peaceful moment for as long as it lasted. Her warmth and her softness, the way she leaned into his embrace - it was all he'd ever wanted.

However, sooner than he liked, he had to step back as his legs grew too weak to hold him up any longer and he slumped into a chair at the back of the room. The day had been long already, with waking up too early to Astrid being gone, the hurried flight to Berk and back again, and all of her punishment. But in addition to all that, he was busy taking care of Astrid's cum-induced desire for hours now, never getting a break for more than a couple of minutes. There truly was no better way to spend his time, he stood by this assessment. But still, it was exhausting. And it would still be way over another day before he could expect for the cum's effect to wear off.

He filled himself another mug of water and added a few drops of a stimulating drug from his father's box. While he drank the concoction in small sips, his eyes glided over Astrid's perfect form, taking in the way her sweat glistened on her skin, how her hair hung in loose strands around her face and stuck to her neck and shoulder, and how she seemed to glow with some inner fire. So beautiful. No matter how arduous this task was, she was worth it all.

It wasn't long before she stirred again, until a first soft moan dropped off her lips, her hips rolling and back arching in search of stimulation. With a half-tired and half-content sigh, Hiccup got back up and returned to fulfill his promise to her. He would not, could not, must not let her down.

More hours passed with Hiccup doing everything he could to give Astrid the attention she needed. Sometimes he added further stimulations to enhance her conditioning, but mostly, he just focused on pleasing her, on giving her one orgasm after the other. It wasn't just what she needed but also what she deserved, his love, his queen, and Hiccup considered it a joy and an honor to be the one in charge of her pleasure.

Eventually though, he had to admit to himself that he needed a break. He was once more sitting in his chair, shoulder slumped and head resting in his hands. His arms were heavy, muscles burning from exhaustion, his jaw and tongue were tired from eating her out, numb even, and his cock and balls were entirely spent. For the moment, Astrid was recovering from her latest series of orgasms, hanging limply in her bonds with her eyes closed and her breathing coming hoarse and heavily. But this reprieve wouldn't last for long, it never did. Sure, letting her wait and leaving her desperate for a short while was also part of her training. But even half an hour - unbearable torture for her - wouldn't be enough rest for Hiccup.

"I really should have thought this through," he muttered to himself, shaking his head at his own stupidity. But now, it was too late for regrets. He owed it to Astrid to guide her through the tempest inside her body, no matter what.

Grunting at the pain in his bad leg, he pushed himself back up when Astrid became restless again. They would make it through these two days, somehow. Together. When he took a step towards her, however, his leg gave way beneath him and he would have crashed to the ground if Toothless hadn't appeared at his side in time. Groaning, Hiccup leaned heavily onto the scaly neck.

"Thanks, bud." He affectionately scratched the dragon behind his ear flaps.

Toothless gave a concerned warble and nudged Hiccup toward the stairs that lead up to his bed.

Chuckling regretfully, Hiccup shook his head. "You can sense how tired I am, eh? But that doesn't matter. She's more important than sleep."

Toothless growled.

"She is!" Hiccup emphasized. "She's everything to me, you know that."

The dragon growled again, but this time it sounded more grumbling than patronizing.

Smiling at his dragon's protectiveness, Hiccup gave him a last scratching, then pushed himself up and went to Astrid. She was by now squirming to get any stimulation again, a low keening noise coming from deep within her chest.

He managed two full steps before he stumbled again. This time, Toothless wasn't quick enough to catch him, nudging him as he lay on the ground and crooning.

With a groan, Hiccup rolled onto his back and pushed himself into a sitting position. "Yes, yes, I know what you want to say," he grumbled in Toothless's direction. "But I have no choice. I have to help her through this. Not just because I need her to trust me or because she's like this because I put her into this position, but because it's her . Toothless, I can ' t leave her like this."

Toothless grunted but didn't argue further. He understood, knew, after all. It wasn't just that Hiccup desired Astrid as his prize. He loved her, with every fiber of his being. He'd do everything for her. He'd even die for her!

But when Hiccup made another attempt to go to her, Toothless again nudged him toward the stairs instead.

"What in Odin's- Toothless, stop it! I can't rest now, I-"

He broke off when Toothless let out another warbling noise. The dragon's green eyes fixed him with a meaningful look, the intelligence in them indisputable. Then he glanced toward Astrid, his large slimy tongue darting out to lick his scaly lips.

And from one second to the other, Hiccup burst out laughing. "Oh, I get it," he chortled. "You want your turn as well? Is that it, you randy beast?"

Toothless fixed him with another pointed look which made Hiccup smirk.

"Okay, you're right. I'm one to talk…" He sighed, his eyes wandering to Astrid's quivering form. He'd wanted to guide her through this on his own, but he had to admit that he needed Toothless's help. "All right, bud. You can take over for an hour or three. But this is about her, understood? Keep your monster cock to yourself, this is not about punishing her anymore."

Toothless sniffed but warbled in agreement. Shaking his head at his best friend's attitude, Hiccup let Toothless help him hobble toward Astrid. Once again, she was too far gone to notice anything of her surroundings, so Hiccup let his hand glide between her legs and made quick purchase of her clit. It took only seconds until her body trembled with a first weaker orgasm, the moan that dropped off her lips sweeter than the sweetest honey.

"Hey, my love," he murmured after she'd calmed down. He brushed his knuckles along her cheek until her eyes opened, making contact though her gaze was hazy. "We're going to take it slowly for a while now. I need to rest, but don't worry. Toothless will take care of you for a few hours."

Astrid let out a desperate whimper, obviously scared, and so Hiccup was quick to distract her. Another swift and shallow orgasm did the trick splendidly, and when she came down again, he smiled at her in reassurance.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. He won't hurt you, I promise. But I need a break, we both do, and this is the only option. Or would you rather we leave you on your own for a while?"

Astrid's eyes widened with a spark of understanding. She vehemently shook her head, then sighed when he slipped two fingers into her. Lazily, he pushed her toward another climax, smiling when he felt her walls clench so fiercely around his fingers.

"See, that's what I thought."

Astrid let out another weak moan when he slipped out of her again. With the hand still on her neck, he turned the wheel on her choker, letting her breathe more freely and then let Toothless take over. With curious fascination, Hiccup watched as the dragon pushed his snout between Astrid's spread thighs, his tongue darting out to taste her. It was by far too wide to fit into her, but that wasn't necessary anyway. Toothless licked up her arousal, making her squirm and moan, and after an initial moment where she seemed to recoil, she even pushed back against him, seeking more of that contact. Hiccup's eyes grew a little glassy as she came undone only a short while later, howling and shaking with the release. Just watching her like this while doing nothing himself was mesmerizing as well.

But it also reminded him of something else. Astrid was loud . Too loud for him to get some true rest. Looking around, Hiccup grabbed the ball gag he'd used on her earlier. This time, she didn't fight him when he pushed the leather ball into her mouth, didn't even seem to notice. In fact, she shook with yet another orgasm as he tied the cords on the back of her head, her moans noticeably muffled.

Satisfied, Hiccup climbed the stairs to his bed, careful not to stumble again. From here, he had a magnificent view of Astrid and Toothless, and a smile spread across his face as he watched them. The dragon really was careful with his ministrations, not going too far or hurting her in the slightest. And Hiccup had to admit that seeing them like this was arousing and entertaining on its own, his best friend and the love of his life. If his cock wasn't entirely spent already…

But maybe this wouldn't be the last time he could watch such a spectacle. Maybe Astrid would be alright with Toothless playing with her again one day. Hiccup wouldn't punish her like this unless she truly did something to deserve it, but if she agreed…

He shook the thought off and pushed it away for now. First, he had to see how Astrid would behave once all this was over, then he could make plans for their future.

It didn't take long for the exhaustion to catch up with Hiccup after that and lulled in by Astrid's constant stream of weak moans, he quickly drifted off into slumber.

Astrid didn't know what to think, what to feel. Not that she was capable of thinking much at all. It was all just a blur, her mind filled with a hazy fog.

She knew that she was supposed to fear Toothless after what he'd done to her earlier. The memories of him looming over her, of his huge cock spreading her open, and of him twitching her as he came deep inside her were still fresh in her mind, etched into it for eternity. Odin, his cum was still inside her, too, filling her to the brim. But as his tongue lapped at her sex, licking along her folds and toying with her clit every now and then, she couldn't find any of that fear anymore.

It felt… good! Amazing even. Toothless wasn't out to tease her, to play with her, to push her higher and higher before letting her tumble down again. No, all he did was lick at her, constantly, unrelenting. It was just enough to make her come regularly, one shallow orgasm, light stimulation without it being too much, then another orgasm. The sensations felt like small waves washing up the shore, never stopping but also never growing so big that they became threatening. It was even soothing. For not, at least. Hiccup had called it a break, and that was exactly what it was.

Astrid even dozed off in a way, her body reacting by instinct without her doing. Her muscles trembled, her body exhilarating with the constant pleasure that also filled her mind. It was like a comfortable blanket, a soft breeze, warm sunshine. A restful break amidst the whirlwind of pleasure Hiccup had provided for her, something she was looking forward to again for later. In a way, she could go on like this forever.

Why had she fought against this? it wasn't so bad, not at all. It felt wonderful. And if this was how Hiccup wanted their relationship to be, with him being the dominant one and her being submissive to his wishes… well, that wasn't that bad. Right now, he was proving how her pleasure was important to him. Wasn't that all she could ask for? An attentive partner who recognized her needs and took care of them?

She shivered when Toothless's tongue wiggled around her clit, relishing in the spark of pleasure that shot through her body and right into her head, letting her see stars and drawing a muffled scream from her throat.

Yes, this was what she wanted. She wanted to be with Hiccup and she wanted him to make her feel like this, over and over again. He even knew her body better than she did, knew exactly which buttons to press. He'd also hurt her, but… she'd deserved that… hadn't she? She'd disobeyed him despite his warnings, that had been her own fault. From now on, she would follow his rules. There was no point in resisting him, he'd made that pretty clear.

And why would she even want to when being good for him led her to feel this good?

See? Hiccup had just too much fun playing with Astrid to cut it short. I already started writing the next (last?) chapter for this. But as always, no promises for when I will update again.

Reviews and Likes are always welcome.