A/N: Trigger warning: Facials (cumshot)
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Hiccup rolled over in their bed, drowsily mumbling something in his sleep. His arm flipped over his side, slapping against Astrids chest unconsciously, causing her to stir. A low, quiet grumble rolled over the bed, from Astrid's stomach.
She rustles in the bed, yawning quietly as she stretches her limbs. Glancing around the room, a few rays of sunlight strike through the window, indicating the sun had not yet fully risen. Toothless purrs quietly in his sleep, twitching his tail a few times while Astrid observes him, she grins mildly, wishing the dragon peaceful and fulfilling dreams. Her focus shifts to the man laying beside her in bed, still sound asleep.
Hiccup stirs, mumbling incoherently again. Astrid sits up in bed, gazing down at his unkempt hair. Her fingers twirl around a small group of hairs, braiding them effortlessly and with little forethought. But, with nothing to hold the braid, it begins falling back into its chaotic state the moment she lets go.
Her stomach growls at her again, reminding her of her hunger. She pauses, contemplating staying in bed and sleeping some more, or eating, or perhaps going for a morning ride on Stormfly. Her thoughts are temporarily hindered by Toothless cooing in his sleep, until her stomach growls again, signing her answer.
The floorboards creek bashfully under her feet as she swings herself out of bed and onto the cool wooden floor. She steps carefully towards the stairs, trying to avoid waking either her husband or the resting dragon. Thankfully, as Hiccup replaced the stairs not long ago, they did not creek or moan in the slightest as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen.
Lighting the fire and gathering a few pans from the cupboards, she considers what she would like to prepare. After a few moments the fire has grown into a healthy set of flames, beginning to warm the kitchen and living spaces gradually. Astrid settles on a typical morning breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, hash browns, & toast with a side of yak butter.
She places the pans over the fire to preheat and stretches out once again, enjoying the morning air circling through the home. While she waits for the pans to heat, she gathers a few morsels of fish and a large plate and walks upstairs silently, placing the food beside the night fury for when he awakes. She strokes his head gently and returns to the fire downstairs. Raising her hand over the pans, testing the heat, she cracks several eggs, whisks them together, and pours them into the pan.
Hiccup awakes slowly at first, until he has the lucidity to reach behind him and feel for his wife under the furs. Thinking she must have gone on an early morning ride with Stormfly he lays back down, intending to return to sleep. At least until the scent of Astrid's early morning cooking wafts up the stairs, tickling his nose and rousing him from the bed. He glances around the bedroom, noticing the plate of fish Astrid left for Toothless, but nothing else different since he fell asleep last night. He sits up and reaches for his prosthesis, snapping it into place and tying off the knots to keep it locked in for the day.
Patting his friend on the head and scratching briefly behind his ear, he reaches down to his toes, stretching himself out after a good nights rest. Hiccup peers over the edge of the balcony down into the kitchen, spying on his wife. Enticed by the sweet scents and the allure of his gorgeous wife downstairs, he creeps down the steps.
Astrid pivots to the counter, grabbing the potatoes and throwing them into the freshly heated pan beside the eggs. She jumps slightly as she feels Hiccup's arms wrap around her waist and his lips brushing against the back of her neck.
"Mmm… Good morning, Angel." Hiccup greets her warmly.
Recovering quickly from the minor surprise, she turns her head back to greet her husband, exchanging a kiss. "Good morning, my love."
Hiccup's arms close tightly around her waist, pulling her body against his, nuzzling her neck. He groans with concerted comfort, feeling her warm body through her thin nightgown. The gown did its job of concealing her skin, but did a poor job of rebuffing the bulge emanating from Hiccup's underwear. Astrid giggles, throwing her head back to her husbands shoulders.
"Ohh, someone is horny!"
Hiccup grins through her hair, which at the moment is flowing both down her back and over his shoulders. "Maybe just a little…" Hiccup concedes, "I mean, I do have an angel cooking breakfast looking mighty fine doing it."
Astrid bites her lip lightly, rubbing her butt up against his erection, playfully taunting him.
Hiccup bites her neck roughly, "Keep that up and see what happens!" He growls, challengingly.
She grins widely, still facing the crackling fire and cooking eggs & potatoes. She pauses a moment, building the tension, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth against his waist. Without hesitation one of Hiccup's hands fall from her stomach and grinds a few fingers between her legs scabrously. Astrid shutters, noticeably.
Her legs clamp together from the sensation, locking his fingers between them, which, he is perfectly fine with. Continuing to grind his digits against the thin fabric separating him from his wife, Astrid manages to reach out and scramble the eggs before they burn. Hiccup takes this as a challenge to distract her from her cooking, though he very much loves her cooking.
He grinds himself up against her rear again and lets his free hand flow up to her breasts, cupping and grasping each one with appropriate attention. Astrid moans loudly, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back to Hiccup's shoulder once more. He knows its working, as it always does.
He releases her breast, slipping his arm between them and latching his hands around her throat, pressing her against him. He bites her neck again while grinding up against her and rubbing the sensitive spots between her legs through the thin stitches of fabric. He tests her balance, gingerly stepping back and bringing her with him. She follows without fail.
Hiccup spins them around so their backs are to the fire. Diligently, he withdraws his hands and moves the hot pans to the counter, less because the food was nearly done and more because neither of them would have the attention to care for the cooking in a few moments. Astrid grinds her hips back against him once more, drawing his attention back from the food with ease after he removed them from the fire.
His hands grasp either side of her waist and pull her hips against him, glaring down at their movements with intensive interest. Astrid turns her head to the side, tossing her golden hair to one side so she can look back at her man. She arches her back and reaches over her head behind her, grasping his neck and hair. She can feel him throbbing against her butt, so steps up her game.
She grinds up and down his shaft with calculated haste, adding in a jolt to the side here and there to keep him well interested and enhance his arousal. Hiccup groans, cursing under his breath through gritted teeth. His fingers slip under her garments, pulling on them, eager to see her supple skin once more. Astrid straightens herself, allowing him to pull of the top gown, but keeps her hips pressed against his.
In a flash he has her clothes on the floor, tossed aside like a forgotten rough draft. She takes advantage of the freedom and spins around, dropping to her knees in front of her husband. Her fingers delicately curl around the band of his underwear and slip them to his knees. His rod springs from its bindings, delighted to be free of its cage.
Astrid looks up at her husband, making eye contact instantly. Slowly, she leans forward, jutting her tongue out just as she reaches the tip of his head. Hiccup gasps and grunts as she makes contact. Her tongue traces around the mushroom tip, then begins following his veins down to the base before reversing course.
"Ohhhh…." He coos. Damn she's good…
Her tongue snakes its way along his veins once more, down to his balls before gently sucking one into her mouth. His hand clutches her head in pleasure as he gazes down, mesmerized at the sight of his wife sucking his balls with his cock resting on her face. She releases him, grinning fiercely, rising back to her full height.
Hiccup keeps his eyes locked with hers. She licks her lips, biting down on her bottom lip as she steps back from him. Hiccup knows exactly what she is trying and quickly stops her, grabbing her waist and pulling her back to him. Astrid purses her lips, knowing her plan was foiled. His hand rises to his mouth, moistening a few digits with his saliva.
Astrid groans as his wet fingers graze between her folds. Her eyes roll around in her head. Her legs tense suddenly, but briefly, as his fingers expertly find their way inside her. Hiccup wastes little time stimulating her nerves in a wide arching stroke around inside her, before pushing deeper into her and rubbing up against her g-spot.
Her legs clamp together again. His teeth scrape against the nape of her neck. Astrid bumps into the kitchen table as Hiccup pushes her back against it.
His fingers leave her, she looks up at him, yearningly. Hiccup lifts his petite wife onto the table, sitting her on the edge before burying his fingers inside her once again. She recoils sharply, jumping up from the table for a split second with a gasp, settling into an intense moan. She whimpers, almost crying.
His finger were like magic wands inside her, always know how to cast a spell on her, entrancing her attention and pleasure however he wished. Astrids head dipped, falling to her chest as her energy was focused elsewhere. Hiccups free hand cups her jawline, raising her head back to meet his gaze, his emerald eyes piercing her.
Astrid whimpered loudly again, her voice shuttering under the immense ecstasy. Hiccup picks up his pace, eager to push her over the edge. Her hand reaches out blindly, groping at his chest and waist until wrapping around his stiff member.
"Ah, ah. No." Hiccup brushes her away.
She doesn't resist, too preoccupied to argue.
"Ahh… Hiccup," she begins, but doesn't continue. He knows she is coming close without her needing to say any more. Her walls begin to clench around his fingers.
He acts quickly. He pulls his fingers from her, grasping himself for accuracy and plows himself deep inside her, spearing her with his 7" cock. Her hands dig into his neck, nails biting down into his skin painfully. He goes full force from the start, ravaging her without regret.
Astrid screams at the top of her lungs, surely waking Toothless and at least this half of the village. Hiccup quickly clamps his hand down over her mouth, silencing her as he pins her down against the table.
"Silence you slut! You want the whole village to know you're taking dick?" Hiccup talks dirty. Her eyes roll around in ecstasy, too enamored to care. She bites down on his hand, he ignores the pain, instead interpreting it as pleasure.
Her teeth release their death grip on his hand, but he continues to feel her trying to scream and yelp through his hand, but it's sufficiently muffled so as not to rile anyone. Hiccup squeezes her breast with his free hand, making her moan in addition to the muffled screams and yelps. But that doesn't hinder him from furiously pounding his wife to oblivion.
A sudden rush of fluids gush from Astrid as another muffled scream escapes her throat. Her body shudders violently, convulsing uncontrollably. Hiccup released her breast, letting his hand wander over her contracting muscles. Hesitantly, he releases his hand from her mouth.
Nothing comes from her mouth aside from gasping for oxygen and wordlessly gnawing at the air in euphoria. Hiccup slows his pace, she whimpers quietly. He bends over her, kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear. Latching his hand to her throat, he grabs her side and encourages her to get up. It takes her a moment, as her world is still spinning around excitedly, but gets on her feet at his request.
Hiccup spins her around and bends her over the table, once again pinning her down to the wood. His hand presses against her face, held to the table firmly while his other hand grasps her side for leverage.
He pushes himself inside her, stuffing her full of his sizeable rod. She grits her teeth, her arms flailing to find something to grasp onto right away. Finding the edge of the table, her nails bite into the wood as Hiccup picks up his pace and ferocity.
Astrid's back arches upward violently as Hiccup's unrestrained fucking tears her apart. He presses his hand against her back, forcing her to arch her back downward, emphasizing her curves. With his hand removed from her face, he slaps her ass brutally. Satisfied she will remain still, at least to her ability, his hand leaves her back and grasps her hair, pulling forcefully until she rises from the table slightly.
With her back arching downward gracefully, Hiccup grasps her hair with one hand and her butt with the other. He groans loudly as his resistance begins to wane. Her walls clench around him once again, and her body spasms repeatedly. Sending waves of elation through her body from head to toe, radiating out from her core.
"Hic… Hicc… Hiccup!" Astrid pants out loudly between each long, brutal thrust, "Ahh!"
A loud snap sounds though the kitchen, unbeknownst to Astrid, she just broke off a piece of the table from her death grip on the wood. Hiccup laughs through his thrusts as Astrid semi-realizes she holding a piece of splintered wood in her hand, still only partially conscious from her orgasm.
She drops the wood from her hand and reaches back toward Hiccup. He takes her hand in his own, temporarily letting go and joins her hands together before pulling her hair again. Hiccup grasps her hands, holding them to her back. Approaching the point of no return, Hiccup grits his teeth greedily, and begins pushing himself beyond his normal limits.
Astrid screeches again as she comes for a third time. Her knuckles turn white as she grips down on her own hands. Her body shakes and shutters all over again, convulsing in waves. Her eyes float around in her head in bliss and chaos, as it so happens, as she is completely unable to focus on anything. Even her own pleasure.
At this point, for Hiccup, he glides in and out effortlessly running on hormones, adrenaline, and sex drive. But that doesn't help him resist.
At all.
Hiccup pulls himself out quickly, groaning as he tries to hold off just a moment more. He strokes himself as soon as he pulls out, quickly pushing himself beyond the cliff face.
"Astrid! Ah, fuck!" Hiccup bellows as his body tenses fiercely. He pulls Astrid's blonde hair with vigor, making her cringe as his load explodes over her butt, back, hands, and arms. The warm sticky fluid covers her backsides, beginning to flow over her body, dripping onto the tabletop and floor. Hiccup releases his holds on her and rests himself against her butt, still bucking his hips, rubbing against her.
Astrid turns her head to look back at her husband, somehow finding the energy to give him a wholehearted smile. She rocks her hips back and forth once more, stroking him.
"Mmmm. I am hungry!" Astrid pants out, hands breaking from her back.
Hiccup takes a step towards the counter, reaching for the pans to put back on the fire, but turns back as he realizes that isn't what she intended.
Astrid slips a finger into her mouth, tasting the viscous white fluid which drenched her hands.
"Mmm! It's sweeter than usual!" she commended.
Hiccup lifts a brow, watching as she continued to clean off each finger, one at a time. Hiccup hands her a towel to clean herself, which she does shortly after finishing her fingers.
She nuzzles up against her tall husband, "I'm still hungry…" she hints again, letting her fingers do more of the 'talking' as she wraps them around his shaft.
Hiccup stands up to his full height, grinning. "Whatever you wish, Milady."
Astrid sinks to her knees for the second time this morning. She wastes no time swallowing him whole. Hiccup gasps in surprise, not expecting her to be so greedy. With her tongue flickering against the bottom of his shaft, her eyes shift up to meet his, refusing to look away as she holds herself down on his cock.
Hiccup rolls his head around on his shoulders, groaning loudly. Her fingers graze against his balls, pleading to release their contents. Astrid begins bobbing her head up and down his length, coaxing him out desperately. She cups him in her hand, stroking him tenderly.
Astrid slips her lips from him, "Use me, Hiccup." She rests her head beside his shaft, mouth open, tongue against him. "Use me, Hiccup!" she repeats, more desperately, "Give me your cum."
Hiccup obliges, grabbing her head and forcing her back down his hard shaft. Groaning as her warm, wet mouth encompasses him again. He holds her head steady and steadily begins bucking his hips into her. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's on edge again.
His fingers grip into her skull, holding her desperately as he begins to climax. He withdraws himself so her lips pucker around his head. His second cumming fills her mouth in only two bursts, before it begins spurting from her mouth. Running down her chin and dripping onto her bare chest, Hiccup pulls out and lets his last few ejaculations run over her face.
Astrid gulps down his seed, collecting the excess cum in her hands from her face and chest. As before, she sucks down her fingers one at a time, all while glaring up at her magnificent lover.
"Was that up to your standards, Angel?" Hiccup asks, stroking her hair.
She giggles, "And then some, my love." She assured him. Astrid cleans herself off with the towel and stands, "Okay, now I actually am hungry." She giggles.
Third story is in the works, with a (hopefully) refreshing change of pace.