"Our scouts spotted the dragon riders searching west of here, if we don't divert their attention, they'll be burning down our base within the next twenty four hours."
Viggo thought through Krogan's words carefully, leaving the man impatient when he didn't get a response.
"Did you hear me?" Krogan asked angrily. "We need to do something about that girl."
"Which of the dragons did the scouts spot?" Viggo inquired, ignoring the comment.
Krogan leaned back in his chair, "The Night Fury. Who else would it be?"
Viggo swirled the tankard of coffee in his hands, grateful for the substance after the previous night of restlessness. "Hiccup Haddock will follow whatever lead he finds, give him a reason to stray elsewhere in the archipelago and he will follow."
"Even then, our time is limited." Krogan eyed the passing soldiers, the base's eatery tent bustling in the early morning. "If you dedicated half the time these past few days you've spent balls deep in that useless slut actually tending to our operations, we'd be in the clear by now."
Viggo huffed, "You say that like you're jealous."
Krogan stifled a reaction, but there was a tangible resentment in his gaze. "They're after that girl, we have nothing to gain by keeping her as our prisoner."
"Do you even hear yourself?" Viggo asked with a glare. "The future daughter-in-law of the Chief of Berk? Assuming the riders don't take us by surprise, we have every opportunity for a hefty ransom."
"You think they'll pay a coin for the girl after finding out what you've done to her?"
"I do." Viggo concluded, taking a sip of the hot drink. "Those Berkians aren't like most, they value dragons as much as people for Odin's sake, of course they'll pay for her return."
"Then what do you propose we do? Hm?" Krogan asked impatiently. "My flyers aren't exactly trained in negotiation."
Viggo thought for a moment, "Send a group of flyers to the last location of the Night Fury, no more than three, your most resilient. Have them track down the known riders and approach them from the rear, opposite our base. Tell the flyers to let the Berkians pursue them, and lead them to the other side of the archipelago. It should buy us some time."
"Most resilient?" Krogan chuckled. "Are you suggesting Hiccup Haddock would be persuasive enough to attain information?"
"I'm saying I know first hand what that boy is capable of… In fact, I'm reminded every day."
Krogan's eyes drifted over the scars on his face, "Fine. I'll prepare the men, but I expect more focus on your end. Enough hiding in your tent fucking the prisoner."
Viggo's expression turned soft, "For Thor's sake, Krogan, you mustn't stress the way you do. If anything gets in the way of progress, it's pent up frustration." He paused for a moment. "Come by my tent this afternoon, perhaps our guest will be more than happy to entertain you."
There was a brief hint of surprise on Krogan's face, before he huffed, "Guest… How in Thor's name do you and Johann have the patience to sympathize with those dragon-loving imbeciles anyway?"
"I have a level of respect for them, something not many people earn from me."
"Whatever you call it, it's just as fucked as your morality."
Viggo glanced at the soldiers around them, "Speaking of such, what of the insubordinates from yesterday?"
Krogan was silent at first, "The one we know of? In the infirmary, getting the new stump between his legs stitched up."
"Huh," Viggo stood from his chair, taking the tankard with him. "Perhaps I should go see." Before he walked off, he remembered something, glancing back at Krogan. "Oh, right. And find me a soldier with artistic abilities."
"Excuse me?" Krogan asked, genuinely confused.
"Find me a soldier who can draw. Bring him with you when you stop by."
With that, Viggo walked away, weaving through the crowded mess of tables and soldiers and out of the vast tent. He stepped into the dewy, early morning air, spotting the infirmary just a few tents away. He approached it with intrigue, stepping inside and grinning at what he saw.
The flyer he'd seen on top of Astrid, pale as a sheet with sweat and tears dripping from his features. He sat pantsless on a stool, the old healer between his legs, working to stitch up the raw, bloody area of flesh where his penis used to be. The man moaned fearfully when he noticed Viggo.
"Hmm, I think this is a historic event for our army, is it not?" Viggo mused, stepping closer, enjoying the terror in the flyer's eyes. "We've never had a female soldier before."
The flyer didn't respond, just looked as though he was about to pass out. Or vomit. Or both. Either way, Viggo didn't care to witness it. He glanced around the tent, finding a small wooden box on the ground, filled with bloody gauze, though there was something tannish hidden beneath. Viggo picked the box up, shaking it to get a better look, smirking when his suspicions were confirmed.
"Have a grandiose time getting dragonback after you're finished here." He taunted, leaving the tent and making his way back to his own.
The air was warm as he entered, the smell of sex still lingering in the musty tent. He stepped forward, until his bed was in view, chuckling at the sight before him.
She was asleep on her frontside, still somewhat propped on her knees, making her butt stick out almost comically in the air. Though her hands were still tied, he didn't see a point in restraining her further as he'd left, figuring she'd be too exhausted to wake at all, let alone attempt to escape. Her messy blonde hair, damp with sweat and semen stuck to her face, and he was left thinking back to just a few hours prior.
Viggo had made it nearly ten rounds before she'd passed out in his grip, though he didn't see the need to stop after she'd fallen unconscious. Managing another three loads after her incapacitation, he'd far surpassed his personal record. From what he could tell, she'd had quite the experience as well, he'd stopped counting her climaxes after she'd made it to the forties.
Most times he finished inside of her, but occasionally he'd aim for her body, mainly her asscheeks, back, tits and face. She was utterly covered, he cringed as he caught sight of the bedsheets, knowing they'd need replaced sometime today.
Setting the wooden box aside, he approached the bed, idly sitting on the side and nudging her body. Her weight shifted as she rolled over, landing on her side and stirring in her sleep.
Viggo hummed, brushing the hair from her face. "Time to wake up, my dear."
Her face contorted in discomfort, blood-shot eyes fluttering open and closed. She'd only managed a few hours of sleep at best, though, it was more than Viggo had gotten, so he didn't feel that sorry about it.
Astrid groaned, burying her face in the furs beneath her.
Viggo grabbed her arm, pulling her upright. "Come now, sit up."
He lifted her into a sitting position as she winced, a soreness deep in her core striking pain through her system. Viggo noticed, watching as she grabbed her abdomen in agony.
"A poor side effect of the mead." He said softly. "It tends to overwork those muscles, can be a bit sore the next day."
Astrid licked her dry lips, mind still hazy from her short rest. Head pounding from exhaustion and recollection of the night prior, good gods, it had gone on forever. Every time she thought he was finished, he would remain hard for her, oftentimes not even pulling out of her body. Instead opting to stay inside, like he'd never climaxed at all. And her own body… she'd never orgasmed so many times at once, the shame she felt weighed on her shoulders like a thousand pounds. It was completely, utterly terrible.
"Here, drink this." He prompted, handing her the tankard of coffee. He wasn't surprised when fear surged across her features. "It's just coffee."
She stared at the cup, slowly taking it from his hands and sniffing the fresh aroma. It was a heavenly scent considering her exhaustion, she sipped it cautiously, savoring the strong taste as the warm liquid pooled in her belly.
Pausing for a moment, Viggo could see that her eyes were barren. "Is something the matter, my dear?"
She didn't take her eyes off the cup, mumbling something he couldn't quite make out.
"What was that?" He questioned, lifting her chin to meet his eyes.
There were tears forming in her eyes, it was something that had horrifically dominated her thoughts. "What if… what if I get pregnant?"
Viggo stared at her, watching as her brave demeanor faltered yet again. It's not as if he hadn't thought about that specific factor, he simply saw little use in combating it.
"I suppose that is a possibility." He responded, showing little sympathy.
"What if I do?" She repeated, emotion taking her over as a sob caught in her throat.
"Now now, no reason to get upset. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
No reason to get upset…
No reason to get upset?!
"Fuck you, you deranged psychopath…" She growled, barely audible.
Viggo idly took the tankard from her bound hands, "No need for insults, my dear. In fact, I have a surprise for you."
Astrid watched as he stood, making his way to the wooden table across the tent. Setting the cup aside, he picked up a small wooden box, then returned to his seat beside her.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy the contents." He said casually, setting the box on her lap.
Astrid stared at it, confused at what lay atop. Piles of stained red fabrics and gauze. Was this some type of joke? It only took some brief shuffling of the surfaced contents before she caught sight of what was underneath.
Her eyes widened as she shrieked, pushing the box off the bed and sending it tumbling to the floor. The severed penis rolled onto the ground, away from the gauze.
"What's the matter? Don't you recognize it?" Viggo mused.
Astrid panted, staring at the object in bewilderment. "Recognize it?!"
He placed a hand on her back in a soothing manner, "The flyer from last night, that belongs to him."
Astrid blinked, the reality of his words sinking in.
"Or, at least it did." Viggo chuckled, searching for her wild eyes. "Don't you see, my dear? I told you I would take care of it."
Astrid tore her gaze from the severed extremity, looking fearfully at Viggo, who was uncomfortably close to her face.
She flinched as he brushed hair behind her ear, he went on. "I know you don't believe me, but I do intend to keep you from harm… So long as you obey me."
His hand drifted over the flushed skin of her face, gently caressing her as she trembled. He stifled a laugh, she'd come far in the short time she'd been in his possession, from defiant warrior to fearful captive in a matter of days. It was so intoxicating to witness, alluring even, and he did nothing to restrain himself from leaning forward with the intent of pressing his lips against hers.
Until a fierce sting ripped across the unscarred side of his face, he yelped in surprise, as claw marks streaked red across his cheek. Astrid recoiled, deciding to scratch him rather than lay a definitive punch like she normally would. With her hands tied, she was too restricted to do any real damage. But at least it had stopped him.
He glared at her, anger flaring in his eyes. Though she was afraid, she held his gaze with confidence, until his hand suddenly grasped a handful of her blonde hair.
"Ahh!" She yelled in pain as he dragged her off the bed, pulling her elsewhere in the tent.
"Have it your way." Viggo taunted, stopping momentarily to grab a small, leather whip hanging from one of the pillars.
"Let GO of me!" Astrid growled, continuing to claw at his hands, but with no luck.
Viggo dragged her over to the table, pulling one of the chairs out and taking a seat. Astrid gave a startled yelp as she was tugged over his lap, her abdomen pressed against his legs as she flailed helplessly.
"I want to know more about you and Hiccup," Viggo said, ignoring her pleas as he held her in place. "Tell me, when did you two fuck for the first time?"
Astrid helplessly resisted, attempting to push off of him, but he held her tight. "FUCK YOU! You fucking pervert! AHH-!"
Astrid wailed in pain as he brought the whip cracking down on her rear, pain spiking into the muscle and across her body.
"Don't make me angrier, my dear." Viggo spoke softly, his rage momentarily contained. He rubbed a hand over her asscheeks, now sporting a deep red streak across them. "You have too nice of an ass, would be such a shame if it was ruined. Now, answer me…"
Astrid caught her breath, closing her eyes as a way to block out the reality of her situation. Her voice was nothing short of a whimper as she spoke.
"We… we haven't."
Viggo chuckled, "I do hate liars, you know."
Astrid screamed as he whipped her again.
"WE HAVEN'T!" She pleaded. "I SWEAR TO ODIN WE HAVEN'T!"
Viggo stopped, hand resting on her raw behind. "You're saying that I was your first?.."
A sob caught in Astrid's throat, she hesitated. "Yes…"
For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of her labored breathing. Then-
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"AHHHHHHH!" Astrid's wails were so loud, Viggo would be surprised if the soldiers couldn't hear her from the ocean. Blow after blow, he whipped her, until the red streaks grew purple in color.
"Do you take me for a fool?!" Viggo yelled as he whipped. "I asked you a question, and you lie to me?!"
"I DIDN'T!" Astrid begged, tears streaming down her face. "I SWEAR, VIGGO!"
"What has he done to you?!" Viggo questioned, continuing his whips. "Tell me!"
"I SUCKED HIM OFF!"
Viggo finally stopped, watching her tremble in fear of being hit again, the pale skin of her rear was nowhere to be seen, overcast by purple and red bruises.
"Did you?" Viggo asked, slightly out of breath from his efforts.
Astrid nodded furiously, "Yes… yes I did!"
"I see," She flinched as he rubbed a hand over her bruised ass. "How many times?"
Astrid sobbed, "Only once…"
"When?"
"...four nights ago."
Viggo chuckled, now he was getting somewhere. "Be more specific, my dear."
Astrid took a shaky breath, "The night before you guys attacked The Edge, Hiccup and I were gone…"
"Hmm, so I heard." Viggo hummed. "And where were you?"
"At a different island, scouting for oil."
"One of Hiccup's projects, I assume?"
Astrid reminisced, keeping secret about the second Dragon Eye. "Yes…"
"Just the two of you?" Viggo questioned in a suggestive tone.
Astrid nodded slowly.
"And what led to it, hm? I'd guess when you two went to rest for the night you started kissing?"
Astrid breathed, "Yes…"
"And touching one another?"
"...yes."
Viggo chuckled, allowing his hand to slip lower on her rear, fingers ghosting her slit. "I assume I already know the answer, but I must ask, am I larger than him?"
Astrid was silent for a few moments, her voice shaky. "Yes… you are…"
"And how long did he last?"
"...I don't remember." She admitted.
"Well, I can't imagine too long." Viggo smiled. "I remember being a young man, even hornier back then than I am now, if you can believe it. Now, did you swallow it?"
Astrid glanced up at him, face contorted in confusion.
"His semen." Viggo clarified. "Did you swallow it?"
Astrid let her head fall limply, closing her eyes in shame. "Yes…"
"Because he asked? Or because you wanted to?"
Astrid gulped, "...because I wanted to."
"And how did it taste?"
Her throat tightened, "...good."
Viggo laughed, "Ah, I knew I'd get something good out of you. Now, did you fuck him after that?"
"I'm telling you the truth. That's all we've done! I…" Astrid sobbed again. "He's never even touched me… down there."
"Where?" Viggo teased, sliding his fingers more roughly into her slit. "Here?"
She gave an involuntary moan at the action, and Viggo realized something. He drew his fingers away, seeing them coated in a shiny, slick fluid. He glanced down at her in disbelief.
"You're… wet."
Astrid trembled, any hope that he wouldn't notice had gone out the window. The whip, him beating her… it had hurt! Gods, it had hurt. But she just couldn't help it! Something about being stimulated in that way had made her insides churn, her own body and its dark inhibitions possessing her entirely.
Viggo laughed again, dropping the whip and replacing his fingers. "So you like your ass being whipped, huh?"
Astrid moaned as a single finger slid inside of her, hooking into her sensitive channel and wriggling tightly against the slick tissue.
"Gods, you're so wet…" Viggo beamed, watching more of her juices squeeze out around his hand. "Does it feel good?"
"No!" Astrid cried out, desperate to remain composed. But his finger… it was digging into something inside of her, something sensitive! Every second that passed, the pleasure would grow, the deeper his finger dug, the closer she grew to an impending release.
"Hmm, I told you, I don't tolerate liars."
"Mmm, OHHH!" Astrid moaned as he inserted another finger, driving them deep into that spot, wiggling them against the fiery nerves that sent spasms through her abdomen.
She felt it coming, slowly at first, but unlike any orgasm she'd experienced before. Even the more recent ones when he'd been fucking her, this one felt different. She felt as though something inside her was being filled, like she was a cauldron ready to boil over. The sensation grew in intensity, until an incoherent symphony of moans fell from her lips.
Her eyes went a little crossed, her body shaking as she suffered an intense climax. But much to the surprise of both parties, Viggo felt something wet and hot spurt from her pussy onto his hand. The liquid trickled out at first, then hit his flesh like an erratic Scauldron, there was a copious amount, and it continued until the waves of her orgasm faded. And she was left limp and panting across his lap.
Viggo retracted his hand, staring at the fluid that now coated it. The mixture was far too thin to be her regular juices, and the sheer amount of it…
He'd heard of women who could do such a thing, but had never experienced it for himself.
"Well well well, my dear. You continue to amaze me."
He let his hand fall to her asscheek, painfully slapping the raw flesh making her jolt in pain, the last of her climactic euphoria dissipating.
A series of whimpers could be heard from the girl, who still lay limp in his hold. "Please…" She quietly begged. "Please, have mercy…"
"Mercy?" Viggo questioned. "Hm, I see no point in having mercy when you're incapable of being truthful."
Astrid relaxed, not bothering to fight him any longer. She did, however, gasp when he shifted her weight. Feeling his growing erection poking into her abdomen.
"I will say, you've had quite the effect on me." Viggo taunted, still palming her bruised rear.
Astrid shook her head tirelessly, "How?.."
"I'm not as old as I look, you know. Although, having such a divine creature at my disposal helps considerably."
To her surprise, he stood, lifting her body along with him into a standing position. With effort, he dragged her over to the table, tossing her over the front of it and pinning her upper-body against the surface.
"I'm sure you can see, there's much to discover in regards to your sexual pleasure." He droned on, securing her wrist bindings to a hook in the wood, restricting her movement further. "The same can be said for myself."
With her drained energy, she attempted to struggle against the bindings, finding no luck in the attempt. Viggo returned to her backside, beginning to undo his trousers.
"No…" She cried weakly, continuing her efforts to escape.
He actually chuckled at her plea, "There's something I want to try."
Astrid gasped as his erect cock was suddenly pushed inside of her, it went in easily with her slickness, clearly the abuse was making her body accustomed to him. It was a thought that made her stomach churn. But much to her surprise, he pulled out, only to probe at her with a few of his fingers, coating them in her juices before pulling away again.
"Bear with me." He said casually, as his slick fingers began sliding across her asshole.
Her eyes widened, adrenaline pumping at the briefest inclination as to what he was about to do. "What are you doing?!"
Viggo hummed, "I still don't believe you about being a maiden. So, I'll be taking the part of you I'm positive is virginal."
She yelped as he forced a finger in her resisting hole, pain spiking through the orifice at the sudden penetration.
"NO!" Astrid cried, unsuccessfully kicking at him with shaky legs. "Not there! Viggo, please, not there! AH-!"
She screamed as he added another finger, painstakingly stretching open her protesting hole. A shiver went down Viggo's spine in anticipation, it was so tight…
He'd only done this a handful of times, but even then, it had been with experienced whores. He'd never taken someone who'd never done it before. This was going to be fun…
Viggo watched her body carefully as he replaced his fingers with the head of his prick, her muscles tensed as he pushed, and her breath caught in her throat. The lubrication of her juices proved to be slick enough for it to slide in the first few inches with a single thrust. With how aroused he was, he was amazed he didn't go off instantly. The muscles of her asshole were squeezing him almost unbearably tight, creating the simultaneous sensation of pushing and sucking at once.
As he forced the remainder of his massive length inside of her, she began to make noise again. It certainly wasn't moans, but it didn't sound like cries of pain either. It was almost like a desperate, pitiful wail. As he started jerking his hips to sink deeper, her muscles would contract, milking his sensitive shaft and threatening him with premature release.
His gentle jabs turned into full thrusts, as he mindfully avoided pulling too far out, for fear that he'd slip out entirely with how suctioned he was. His grip on her hips tightened as he sped up, grunting as the pleasure washed over him.
Astrid's fists were clenching and unclenching, attempting to distract herself from the burning hellfire in her abused ass. This was different, far different than being raped vaginally. The pain was less of a deep, psychological factor, and was now unavoidably agonizing. Tears streamed down her cheeks and into her agape mouth as she released a series of pathetic wails, gods it hurt!
Thankfully, he didn't last long. The contraction of her unwilling hole proving to be all too much for him as he moaned, releasing himself deep in her guts, filling her nicely. Astrid felt the uncomfortable surge of hot liquid bubbling deep, spilling his milky cum inside with little regard for exactly where he was spilling it.
Whether it be the trauma of the moment, or the lack of sufficient rest, she didn't know. But upon his completion, Astrid limpened on the hard surface of the table, feeling the world around her grow hazy. Eyes fluttering shut, her body went still as she fell unconscious. Viggo's softening length still buried deep inside of her.
Finally catching his breath, Viggo caressed her naked body, chuckling when he realized she'd fallen asleep.
"Such a good girl…" He mumbled to himself as he squeezed her abused asscheeks, pulling himself out of her with a grunt. It popped free of her vice-like hole, a river of creamy seed following suit. It trickled down her folds, stopping at her clit and dripping haphazardly onto the floor.
As he tucked his cock away, he got an idea. Searching for a sufficient article to work with, he found a narrow cloth strewn about one of the nearby shelves. He took it, making his way to her frontside and wrapping it around her limp head, over her closed eyes and tightening it in a complex knot. The blindfold fit nicely, he smiled.
She would be in for a rude awakening.
