Author's Note: Hi there! Good to be back.
Few 'quick' yet important things to say here, but of course feel free to skip to the good stuff!
Sincerely, even as text is (often) not always all that great of a medium to convey thanks & honesty, I immensely appreciate your views, your follows, your fav's. I am glad you enjoy my work in the niché we all find ourselves partaking in. I have been wanting to get back to the series, and to writing for it, since my last post. But, life had been/has been/is in the way... as per the norm of our lives. I would be remiss to not mention how critical your support has helped in my return. Really. Thank you. I noticed a stream of new follows & favs starting around mid-January this year. Outliers. Strange quantities. Three weeks passed without much more thought from the source, and what pops up on my Hulu ads? HTTYD: Hidden World! Oh! Duh! So it finally came out of its repeated re-writings, eh? Longer story short, it is the first film I've seen more than one time while it was in theaters (four times). Short of writing a full review- bittersweet!
An additional quick, crisp appreciation to my "Followers," story(ies) or author. Thank you for your patience, even if you simply forgot. And to you too, 'followers' who are lurking around. Your presence is not forgotten.
That said, I have content lined up for you! Originally, I planned to post a full cluster of 6-8+ stories/chapters/fics at once upon my return, however the time and energy for writing did not return and stay as regularly as I would love. I have more than 8 requests lined up, already [mostly] outlined with a plot or some idea for it anyways. Additionally, I have been pondering several concepts over years now (before I even discovered HTTYD) that I am preparing to post, using HTTYD. These will be new to my public profile, i.e. not erotica... least not wholly. All in all, I have well over a dozen chapters, one-shots, or independent stories somewhere in the pipe-line. Erotica is not the only topic, but is the priority (currently).
Cheers!
Astrid woke with a start, a burning lust in her loins and her head swimming internally with an unabashed sexual desire. Her eyes roll around behind her eyelids, groaning quietly, trying to push out the cravings anyways. She shifts in the bed, vainly hoping it would help. Minutes pass, though each feels like many more as her mind swirls. Huffing, she gives up trying to outright fight it away.
She falls back to the bed and nuzzles up against Hiccup, burying her face in his neck, running her hands up and down his sides. Hiccup stirs momentarily, mumbling something under his breath. She's unable to make it out. She kisses his neck gently, but he must feel it because he groans lowly. She pulls back, observing his reaction. A smile crosses his face but fades shortly after.
She presses her lips against his neck again, testing his reaction. But nothing changes about his demeanor.
Hmm. Must have been dreaming about something pleasant… Wonder what it could've been. Thor knows what he's thinking about. Her legs twitch as the thought crosses her mind; I wonder if he's dreaming about me.
Her hands continue grazing up and down his body, gradually expanding their reach subconsciously. Hiccup stirs again, mumbling something about, "'strid". She perks up slightly at the mention of her name, confirming her suspicions. Her hand skims against the hem of his pants, it wasn't flat as she expected. There was a dramatic bump interrupting the smooth flow of his waist.
Her hand explores farther down the furs.
Oh. Oh!
She mentally hit herself; Duh… what else could it be?
Astrid's legs twitch again, thinking of his arousal. She could so easily take advantage, just throw her legs over him and straddle him, or continue groping him until he wakes and see what he does.
It takes little more thought, or restraint, for her to settle on the latter option. Her hand gracefully strides down his waist and across the hill between. She slows to a halt at the apex, gradually beginning a stroke along his mountain range. Hiccup's back arches up slightly, still drowsily mumbling to himself in his lightening slumber. The tips of her fingers slender to a single point, teasing the tip of his head. His head shifts side to side, still drowsy, eyes closed.
Her tongue whisks across her lips in a flash, eyeing his reactions. Her fingers converge again, continuing up his body, slowly tracing the centerline of his stomach and chest. A short loop around his clavicle rounds her path back down his body. Her fingers graze over his head again and start down his shaft. Firm pressure applied, she finishes her stroke and boldly cups his whole member with her hand, carefully teasing from the tips of her fingers on his rounds and the palm of her hand and length of her fingers along his long shaft.
Hiccup wakes with a short, sharp, "Mmh!" Astrid bites her lip quietly without any delay, finding the spark that ignites the moment. Pleased, she presses her lips against his neck, nuzzling her head into the nook of his head and shoulders. Hiccup stretches his head out and moans to her affection.
Her kisses turn to bites. His body flexes in a short snap, beginning to roll towards her with loving intrigue. But she is not to be so patient, nor so passive.
Her hand shifts from her waist to his side, pushing him back to the bed as she passes one leg over his. Soon, Hiccup finds her laying on top of him. One arm parallel to his, cupping his shoulder for support and contact, the other still between their bodies groping at him needly. She finds his neck again and begins a soft kiss that quickly grows into a hard and intended hickey. He groans again, with only a faint whisper of his drowsy history remaining. His hands raise with a listless lucidity to her sides, moaning with a strange awareness somehow still recovering from sleep but also fully aware of the well renown, palpable lust in the air between them.
An exasperated moan slips from her lips, beside his ear. A tingle slowly trances down the front of her body, concentrating between her legs in a buzz. Her hips flex, her thighs electrified into a tight wad of desire. She rolls her body against him, starting with her breasts, diligently working down to grind her corner against his. A subtle but unmistakable and powerful wiggle of her hips against his own ignites the fuel between them.
She raises herself from him slightly, propping herself up on both arms, solidly planted against his sides. She grinds herself against him. A growing fervor and energy as their eyes remain locked with one another. His arms begin to twitch from their positions, attempting to move for something. But she won't have any of it, with a quick and leading glare she subdues his attempts, reinforced with an even more forceful and hasty grind against his engorged shaft.
Once more she drops her body to his, a roll from breast to waist, finishing with a definite shake of her hips, rubbing the storming buzz between her legs against his aching erection, both begging for the beginning.
A sharp suckle on his neck brings a pair of hands to his drawers, with delicate fingers whisking the fabric down his legs so far as their positions allow. A growing desperation launches her from her position, sidestepping him to finish removing his underwear and to swoop her own away.
In a flash she is back on top, teasing his head with her folds in a manner so excruciatingly tempting for Hiccup that his back arches up again in a not-so-subtle attempt to penetrate her. But with a dodge, she dips her hips back down along his length, again with a tease. But she resolved this to be the final one.
A quick twitch of her hips forward again brings his head to her entrance and she plunges his girth inside her. Hiccups abs flex and a groan effortlessly rumbles from his throat. His eyes roll.
She couldn't ignore the pleasure even if she wanted to either. Instinctively tensing the whole of her lower body with the exasperated exhale of breath from her lungs as she experiences him rubbing against her walls. Again, more twitching. More quick, calculated jabbing motions skillfully rattle him around inside of her. She coos excitedly, with her legs clenching together around him.
Unable to keep a slow pace, she sits upright, swapping her arms back behind their hips and quickly begins to sway her hips forward and back with his rod igniting her nerves. Golden curtains fall around his legs as her head falls backward, swaying gently as her head rocks around her shoulders, too awash in pleasure to care otherwise. Her eyelids open and shut hazily as her focus is so engrained in her hips, eyes rolling around aimlessly.
A minor surprise shoots up her sides as Hiccup's hands flow up her legs to her thighs, resting gently with the full surface of his hands gently gripping at her soft, smooth skin. Her head rolls forward again as his hands reground her in reality just enough to catch what was actually happening. She moves her arms forward one more time, pushing her body against him in a single sweep, ending in a faint brush of their lips with one another. But just a 'faint brush' is never enough for them, and it quickly turns into a hardened kiss with Hiccups hands gracing the outline of her face while she continues to ride him.
Her eyes flicker open and shut a few times before locking eyes again. She breaks the kiss, with a quiet, wry smile written across her lips and cheeks. Before Hiccup can finish any words with his open mouth, she demounts. A short moment of question slips across Hiccup's mind before a flash of skin reveals she has spun around and slipped him back inside her warm and ever-loving cave. Her hands plant below his knees, her head momentarily spins to her right, catching a glimpse of his emerald eyes. Hiccup only has the fraction of a second to catch the grin again before she tilts herself forward and begins a hasty twerk on his shaft.
Hiccup's face contorts in an ever-strange manger, his heads displaced from one another in their experiences. He groans mindless from his shoulders and strong from his legs. He can feel the pressure of her walls quickly building his inability to control himself. His head teems with a tingle unmistakeable from any other experience.
Astrid, however pleasurable, cannot help but feel a slight twinge of displeasure or disappointment with the positioning. She changes patterns, keeping pace but displaces her movement. A roll of her hips to the left, then to the right as she continues to stroke him with a lusted haste. The left was mild, but to the right…
A sharp, Ohh! Screams through her mind and strikes a shiver through her body, unobstructed and unopposed.
She stops for a full two seconds, suddenly and fully caught with the new, unexpected screech of pleasure. Hiccup raises his head for those moments, only lasting a second beyond her delighted return to this new angle. Her body screams, yells for the feeling again. More. Again. Not enough.
More. Ahh, kee.. keep.. there.. ehhhaaaa!
No part of her body can contain itself as her body spasms to her right side, contorting her side, neck, and head awkwardly off to the right. Pressing his head even more sharply against her left wall, she sinks herself deeply against him, plunging his full erection deep into her nethermost regions of physical space and unknown shores of delight and ecstasy. Her abs flex in the extreme as do her inner thighs while a torrent of euphoria engulfs her mind. She can only just feel her body through the delightful haze.
But with what seems only frames between her crippling orgasm, she can feel herself fill. Hiccup couldn't contain himself either. Animalistically flexing into her and grasping onto her hips to feel every cell pressed into her, he too cums in euphoria and manna.
Astrid near freezes as indescribable waves hone through her body, unable to tell which direction they are from, how they feel, the immense magnitude of sensation, or any semblance of discretion.
Hiccup's head plants itself back in his pillow, his back still with a minor arch of recovery. He can hear a clear rush of air flow into her lungs as her eyes roll open again, experiencing life again. Her body slacks, catching herself slowly as she vainly and undesirably attempts to ground herself from her euphoria. Hiccup sees her body begin to relax. With a lucid contraction, he raises his back from the bed and reaches for her. His left hand and arm smoothly flow below her ribs and his right hand tenderly wraps around her throat. He pulls them down. Her laying on top of him, holding her to him with a gentle, firm affirmation and possession.
He nuzzles his head in her neck, tenderly kissing her as her body slowly drains of its nescience. A flick of her head signals to him her return. Her breathing becomes predictable again, her chest rising and falling, her back lightly pressing against him from above. His holds of her shift slightly, drawing her attention. The arm of the hand around her throat stoops between her breasts, pressing her body to him with greater appeal.
Hiccup can hear, feel her panting now. Her legs stretch outward gingerly, still recovering. She relaxes, her weight falling to him as her arms no longer carry any weight. They ruffle their way over the bedsheets, brushing his neck before gently rubbing her fingers through her hair.
Her chest tightens again as Hiccup pushes his way inside her some more, displacing much of the vacancy granted from the fall of their orgasms. Teeth brush along her neck as he continues a mellow thrust into her. A smooth, stable hum ripples from her throat and chest. A quiet, mild squeal droops from her lips.
A flow of energy returns to Hiccup as the last wisps of his orgasm fade. In a debonair roll, he pushes her to his left, onto the bed, face down.
His hand remains clinging to her throat, his spare snakes down her body, slipping a pair of fingers between the valley in her legs. She groans again, almost as if she had enough, as if everything in her had been washed away in her last moments of elation. But it bounces back without hesitation too. His assured, comfortable grip around her throat and the strong, building finger strokes construct her mind again. Though of course this is only a temporary construct, only to build the cliff again, only to be tossed off it like a bird in the strong winds of a sea breeze.
His fingers fallback, only enough to push his density back inside. A whine creases her lips. Hiccup's grip on her throat lifts her head from the bed, carefully facing her forward as his confident strokes penetrate her. His fingers can only linger, tingling the bundle of nerves for a few moments before his pace his too much to hold himself above her. The hand flows to her throat. One arm over hers, the other under hers.
His strokes come more frequently, more forcefully, penetrating more deeply and with more desire every round. He can't help but press his chest against her, pinning her to the bed while holding her throat and legs between him and the bedsheets so [un]fortunately exposed to a greater and greater energetic sexual violence. Soon his pace stumbles as he finds himself trying for every measurement of depth, desperately craving to feel as deeply inside her as she is existent. Irregular but forceful thrusts plough into her between her sealed legs.
Even with the uneven and unpredictable thrusts, she cannot resist the mountain climb her body ascends. Each jab, each contact builds the heights. She finds herself scaling vertical faces, unable to keep her mind and body in-step. A rumble begins in her throat, he can feel it reverberating through his hands. The rumble turns to a moan. The moan to a cry. Cry to a whimper.
A choked whimper and a faint tightening of her walls around him signal her fall. He presses his whole body into her, laxing his wrap on her throat and pressing his head to hers. A long, smooth yet erratic hum flows through his throat and mouth as he releases himself, letting himself climax into her depths again.
Her eye lash flickers against the skin of his face. His in return. Only eye to eye, one azure to one emerald, they look at one another through strained, sideways glances. Her eyes close and her body convulses again. Another, "Ah!" sinks from her lips. Hiccups allows himself to fall aside, spooning her body with his own as she rolls around somewhere, in something. He curls around her in a loving daze, still with a hand and arm running up her chest and to her throat. Ever patient while she still floats.