Author's Note: More!
Just a bit of info on what is being written & some of the planning:
Several more MorningWood chapters, some requested, some of my own fruition.
Unaffirmed Patience will be completed, this means the current section will be tied up. Anddd there will be no favoritism. I.e. Hiccup is getting his own tale to boot.
Two, requested, additions to Cordage.
An additional chapter to Clutch has also been requested and will be fulfilled.
Between two and five non-erotica plots. Don't want to ruin the surprise, nor do I fully know it all either. Hah!
Troubles may be rolled into a new series.
(Reminder that requests are anon unless PM'd otherwise - PM for detailed requests) (I will note if the story is filling a request)
Hiccup grumbles incoherently. A mild grumble quickly turns to a long and regretful groan as he wakes up. He shifts in bed, but finds himself barely able to do so. He squints, turning his head to try and look at his left arm through a soaring headache. He can lift it, but not more than a few inches. He lifts his head higher, looking at his wrists as a light tingling pressure begins to buzz in his head. A cloth and leather brace circles around his wrist. A small metal ring protrudes from a bit of the leather cover. Chains link together from the eyelet down to somewhere beside the bed frame. He shifts again, his situational awareness more quickly trickling back to mind. Moving his right arm, he finds the same setup. Cuffed and chained.
He twitches his leg, frowning through another wave of aches while discovering a third cuff wrapped around his ankle. He groans loudly, tossing his head back against the bed. He flicks his disabled leg, fortunately finding it to appear free of restraint. Knowing he is restrained, he tries to scoot himself toward the headboard anyways, attempting to sit up enough to look around the room. His body shifting, he can feel he has no clothes on against a comforter uncaringly covering part of his abdomen. At least he already knew he was in his own home.
A creek echos from a dark corner of the room, catching his attention. Expecting Astrid to be stooping in the dark, wryly waiting for him to rouse, but he sees nothing. He drops his head back to the bed with a muffled thump. His body aches, pressure waves coursing through his skull like a storm current. His body throbs as if running a marathon without stretching or warming up. Squinting, he tries to work through the pain as he continues to wake up.
"Are the chains really necessary?"
Astrid answers quickly as she ascends the last step, "Mmm. Perhaps. What's it to you?"
She paces quickly across the room towards the bed. "Gee I wonder?" Hiccup says sarcastically, lifting his restrained arms fashionably. Able to set aside the discomforts, he retains his focus on Astrid.
She already knows full well he has his attention from simply chaining him to the bed, let alone him not knowing what happened the night previous. Though, the whole strutting over in nothing but a thin, light cloth shirt bleached white just might be worth noteworthy to his attention too. Hiccup momentarily forgot his sufferings as he eyes up Astrid, clearly already finding an arousal that blindly ignores the raging hangover. Astrid smirks, aware of catching the attention of his second head without delay.
"I take it we had a fun night?" Hiccup asks, again pushing past the pain, holding his head up to square his attention on his Chieftess.
Astrid glides onto the bed effortlessly, she puckers her lips in a flash before continuing onto the bed, straddling Hiccup's legs as she overtakes his mattress cage. "You could say that," Astrid answers shortly.
"So wh-," Hiccup begins. But Astrid cuts him off hastily, dropping herself on his waist without filter. His body reflexes and his mind refocuses on the throbbing pains as she plants herself commandingly. "Ahhhh," he wails humbly, trying to contain his headache.
"Mhmm," Astrid mumbles, absentmindedly so far as Hiccup can tell, granted his attention just flickered elsewhere. But it clearly is not absentminded of her as she presses her thighs together, slowly grinding over his waist.
An, "Ooo," trails from Hiccup's lips as he gets a better understanding of her point.
She grins teasingly, "Hmm? Something…" pausing as she continues a grind before exaggerating, "interesting?"
Hiccup begins to answer, but again she cuts him off. She knows full well he was going to answer, "Yes, you." She relaxes her thighs slightly, enough to let herself bend towards Hiccup. Gingerly and slowly, she dips her head between his shoulders, nuzzling her nose against his neck. He snorts, the gentle tickle of her nose brushing against his neck catching him oblique to his hangover. A triflingly low gasp breathes through her mouth as she responds to his reaction. She pauses delicately, holding her body tentatively over him. A moment passes, and she repeats her brush against his neck, this time extending slowly up the side of his neck to his ear. She snips the end of the movement with an airy pop of her lips on the corner of his ear. He groans pleasurably, his chest growing with a deep breath and inclination to feel her body. His waist bumps up in mirror to his chest.
She grins, out of his sight. Planting her waist down on him, anchoring him to the bed, she drops her head to his ear again. Whispering into his ear with a ticklish breeze, "Do you want something…" she trails off tauntingly, stroking herself along his growing shaft, "my love? Do you have a…" she trails off for a moment again, with a quick, raunchy twist of her hips against his growing shaft, "desire for something?"
Hiccup grits his teeth, cheeks turning white from the pressure of his jaw clenching. He simply groans as Astrid twitches her hips right, then left against his member. With her head now a solid foot from his, he raises his head with determined interest.
Astrid responds promptly, sitting up with her weight on his hips and jutting an arm out, plastering her palm against his face and pinning his head down to the mattress. "Nope."
Hiccup grumbles wordlessly, his cheek flushed white under the pressure of her hand. He looks up at her with a shifty sideways glance, clearly unhappy with the whole arrangement of the moment. Head throbbing, body aching, barely able to move around, and unable to push her over into his own command, he has little option but to submit. Astrid grins with a terse smile looking down at him, knowing she has established herself, giving him understanding he could give no significant resistance.
Slowly, she lifts her hand from his face. Hiccup follows her pacing by turning his head to face front in parallel. A solidly interested expression, well masking over the discomfort, holds his face attending to Astrid's every move. She plants her hands on his chest. A long, methodical stroke of her hips along his waist greets his next moment of attention. She stops at the apex of her stroke, then slowly resumes a trek backwards. She repeats twice more, each time stopping more dramatically at each end, and resuming with a greater fervor. Though perhaps this fervor isn't quite so much just her own as it is Hiccup's attention waning further from his would-be overseeing hangover…
Regardless, her pace grows. Each stroke of her hip adds pressure to his waist, catching his rod more cleanly between her legs with each pass. Soon, he can feel himself being stroked by the wet folds between her legs. A quick, sharp twitch of her hips rounds over his head, making him coo with a groan, and buck his hips in attempt to take some lick of control. Astrid suppresses him again, plopping her full weight on him again.
He grunts sharply as he both feels her weight pin him, and recognizes there is still no agency for him to be had in the morning's events. He stops moving.
Satisfied, she slowly resumes her actions. Her head rolls gently, her lips licking at themselves as she grows more heated herself. Her strokes become crip, with only minute pauses at each end. Wet, her slides turn into slick strides, begging to become more.
But he flexes again, trying to jump the gun.
Astrid stops with a loud, "Huff!" She demounts him, quickly swinging her leg over and jumping to the side of the bed. He follows her movements with his head, watching as she kneels beside right of the bed. Several metallic clinks rattle through the room. Astrid stands, walks to the foot of the bed, then to the left side, all cranking down the chains restraining him. Hiccup grunts irritably, "Really?"
Astrid jumps back onto the bed. "Oh shut up. You love it."
Hiccup's lip compress to one side, unable to argue against the reality, though also still not enjoying any taste of the hangover. He looks down at her as she begins to reassume her previous position. But his movement catches her attention again. Another displeased grunt passes her lips. She kneel-walks over, throwing her legs over his head.
"What makes you think I-," Hiccup starts again.
Astrid cuts him off again, but this time by simply sitting on his face. She looks down at him deterministically, with a wide smirk on her face. Her hips circle gently as he submits, a raised brow preceding a penetrating tongue. She can barely make out his brow beneath herself, but certainly feels his tongue begin to work.
Hiccup burying his tongue deep inside Astrid, makes her roll her butt backward, pressing his tongue deeper inside her. Astrid places her hands on his chest and shifts her weight forward, resting on him. She lets his tongue explore, darting left and right inside her. A short squeak spikes from her mouth as Hiccup finds a tender spot. A long, monotonous moan rolls from her throat as he continues circling his tongue around, centered so far as he can reach within her. Her hips rock side to side, accompanied by a second loud, high pitched squeak.
His neck strains, trying to reach and leverage his tongue deeper into her mist, an immense and still growing desire to taste floods through his thoughts. His neck aches tremendously from the hangover and stretching and craning awkwardly, but he is too preoccupied to pay it enough attention to stop. His arms stress the chains as he pushes himself. Astrid's hips rolling around become more pronounced, aggravating the difficulty Hiccup has with tasting his woman. But ever persistent, he stretches himself physically and mentally to please her. A rabid, striking blow launches his tongue deep inside her, catching her by surprise and releasing a loud yelp into the room.
She begins to whimper as Hiccup continues to strain desperately, trying to taste her flow. Chains clink against the bedside as he stresses against them dramatically again. His waist tenses up, leg raising him into the air slightly. Her arms shutter slightly, their locked position faltering as her mind begins to slip exactingly from the present. Hiccup is well aware of the chink in her armor, and exploits it. A long, wide stroke of his tongue within breaks the dam hiding her orgasm.
Her legs clench around his head tightly, her body standing up erect as a scream breaks through her mouth and into the open air. Astrid tosses her head back absentmindedly, her hair raining down on the headboard, mouth floating around unrestrained. Despite being choked of air, and space, Hiccup persists. He jams his tongue deeper into her, jealously tasting the growing torrent of fluid from her. His jaw glistens with juices as she cums, more fluid flowing down his face and over his neck. Several seconds pass as Hiccup manages to continue his frantic pace, swirling his tongue around inside her like a typhoon.
Eventually, her eyes open again and air rushes back into her lungs. Her body slackens slightly. Hiccup juts his jaw forward and head backward, attempting to breathe. Astrid, only partly lucid, relaxes, dropping back towards the headboard. She clears him, and he springs his head up in a gasp, stammering as he coughs aside the fluid before he is able to breathe. He too takes an equally large breath of air, his chest rising dramatically after a pair of coughs choke through his throat. Astrid is still a bit ditzy as her high coils around in her head. A spasm twitches down her back and into her hips again, pleasurable enough to elicit another whimper, but also weak enough to bring her head back to the present.
She rolls her head forward again, slowly. Her hair falls in golden strands from her face and around his head, keeping them in a columned curtain of her hair with a head on each end. Astrid looks exasperated. Hiccup, similarly, but also quite clearly more of the out-of-breath type than swooning from a mind-boggling high.
"Mmmmm," Astrid moans, trailing off into a pleased, "Hmph!" Her mouth jostles around aimlessly again for a few moments before her eyes re-dilate. Hiccup beams up at her with a confident grin. She smirks back, but also responds with a long and loving, "Ohh shut uppp!"
Hiccup doesn't say anything in return, just beaming back at her without the need to say anything. Astrid moans feebly one more time before raising herself forward again, pressing his head between her legs again. His brow furrows in disappointment, but she either ignores it or doesn't see it. Likely simply ignoring it and using it to her advantage.
Hiccup manages a deep breath before she seals his lips with her own again. Despite his disappointment, he still sets about his task with haste and fervor. Just a second or two passes before she is again rolling her hips around on his face. Hiccup tries to keep up, but her hips move as they wish, sometimes awkwardly craning his head to and fro.
Chains clink against the bed again as he strains. He fights the aches and the screaming bands of muscle in his neck and tongue. His tongue curls towards the front of the bed, then to the back, feeling for the right buttons; exploring and experiencing the right sequences to rock her boat. Her legs clench around his head again, without warning. This time, harder. Hiccup chokes out a muffled huff in surprise as her legs vice-grip around him. He pulls against his restraints in an attempt to alert her that he needs something along the lines of breath. But she just takes it as his commitment to breaking through more dams. That, and really just losing more and more awareness of what is going on…
Unable to breathe, Hiccup wrenches his head to the side trying to make or find a gap in order to breathe. Wether she was aware of it or not, the stroke of his tongue and swath of his nose passing across her valley smashed open the last dam like a storm breeze suddenly filling a sail. Her back arches backwards in a quick, sharp movement. Her head bumps against the wall, hair jostling from the impact. She is hardly aware of it, though. Something about some other place swirling around in her head, overlapped on itself an uncountable number of times, in more directional folds than describable. Her arms fall back beside her side, limply resting her hands on the pillows at the base of the headboard.
Her jaw rolls, slack from her head. Hiccup can't hear if she is whimpering, or if she is dead silent as he gasps for air ungainly. If she was sounding something, she wouldn't hear it either because she was not part of Thor's Earth. Not for those moments. Somewhere between a Valkyrie and somewhere between an outing with Freyja. Unsure, unexplainable. But Hiccup can observe, through and ignoring his desire for air and the return of the roaring hail of hangover, she still isn't looking around, or aware. He can feel her legs tight around his head still, thighs tense and flexed in the max, convulsing with only minor pauses between coursing waves of ecstasy. And, he had somehow managed to completely recover his breath.
A short moment passes, then he notices her head lolling about again. A few seconds later and her hair curtains them again, each holding the others eyes. Hiccup's chin reflects some of the sunlight flowing into the room, making Astrid smirk with a sharp bite to her lips as she recognizes the coat of nectar over most of his face and neck, and a small pool on his chest. She is breathing hard, like panting but without the obvious difficultly in doing so. Blue to green, eyes exchange information wordlessly. Hiccup's brow flashes up for a not much more than a few plank lengths before being snuffed out. Astrid returns the look, holding her corner of the smug connection. Her tongue flicks between her lips in a beat.
Shifting her weight forward, pressing her hands into his chest, she drags her region over his mouth once more. Hiccup plays along, flattening his tongue out and letting her stroke slide a long, wet taste to her mind. Her legs flex asymmetrically, erratically as she passes over him again; different muscles twitch through her legs as she passes over him.
Removing her hands from his chest, she continues edging forward. A sly tilt of her head backwards catches his eye again. He hands pass beyond his waist, planting themselves near his knee. Skipping over his abdomen, she pauses as she catches his rob against her waist. Her legs close slightly, holding him from three angles. Tediously, she drags herself forward in a long and aching desperation for him. Hiccup grits his teeth again, pressing his head back against the bed as his shaft begins to harden so far as to be painful. She continues her stroke, pausing as his head begins to slip between her folds.
Astrid looks back at him again, just in time for him to look up and catch the glance. Then, without warning she plunges backward, swiftly ramming Hiccup's full mass into herself. Hiccup gasps, nearly as much as she does to the sudden pleasure. Astrid groans as she twitches her hips side-to-side, rattling his member around inside herself. A squeak emulates from her as she lifts herself slightly, then back down onto him.
Astrid bends forward, placing her elbows and forearms between his legs and begins to ride him hastily. Smooth vertical strokes pique Hiccup's full attention, washing away the hangover in a tidal surf. His hands clutch into fists, partly overlapping the restraints as he struggles to control himself. Astrid gives no quarter as her pace quickens, adding a touch of a side angle to her rocking. Hiccup instinctively bucks his hips into her, and just as she strides downwards.
Hiccup can't contain himself as his head smashes down into the mattress and he desperately flexes his waist into her movements, wishing he could hold her down with his own hands as he exploded into her. But, she does it for him, pushing herself down the entirety of his length and twitching her hips to the sides as he cums. Initially close to her third orgasm, the sudden rush of his seed does everything else to punch through barriers. Her head melts between her arms. Her body laxes, but simultaneously contracts in on itself in her top-down fetal position.
Whatever screaming becomes from her lungs are muffled by her arms and the padding of the mattress. Hiccup grumbles incoherently as his throbbing begins to weaken within her. But he still grits his teeth and forces himself against her. His abs begin to soften and his breathing begins to return, a fresh and reminding need of air.
There is no telling which location she is meeting with Frejya; only that her body is still around and convulsing in waves, contracting on itself immensely like a man of great illness would be while suffering extreme nausea. Her legs remain clenched around Hiccup.
Three silent minutes pass. Astrid stirs, her body relaxing. Her back rises, slowly tipping herself backwards onto Hiccup's chest. Hiccup reflexes with an, "oof!" as her body falls to his. Her hands squiggle backwards, eventually finding their way into his hair. Fingers comb through, first softly, then grip tuffs full of hair between them.
Astrid moans in part. Absentmindedly, she twitches her hips again.
Hiccup lifts his head just a bit, nuzzling his nose against her neck. A sharp breath flows back into her lungs and her eyes open normally.
Another minute passes.
"Can you let me go now?"
Astrid rolls over on him part way before answering, "Mmm. You're soo neeedddyyyy!"