When Toothless' noises get louder, Hiccup's heart makes a leap.
Yes!
This is his chance. He just needs to wait for the right moment, he needs to be quick, to let Toothless free him and then free Astrid as well, before Draga and her men realize what's happening. He fights to keep a grin from spreading across his face. This is going to be very over, soon.
And then he notices the look on Draga's face. She looks condescending. Triumphant.
Hiccup glances toward his friend as he comes into view, and the elation from a moment before evaporates. Instead, a cold shiver runs down his spine. The dragon isn't fighting his captors. In fact, he is walking obediently beside them, head low. He isn't bound by any kind of leash, Hiccup notices. And his eyes are wide and empty.
"Oh, I was so hoping for this outcome," Draga states gleefully. "Dragons are such impressive creatures. Such stamina. He'll have her filled up in no time."
Hiccup's head whips around. Disbelievingly he stares at Draga as her words click into place.
"No…" he breathes. Then he becomes more animated, thrashes and pulls at the ropes that hold him. "No, you can't do that! He'll kill her!" Frantically, his eyes wander from the black dragon to his lover and back again. Draga can't be serious. She can't!
But Draga only snorts.
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic. Of course, he won't kill her. He's fairly small for a dragon and she should be loosened up enough by now. She's going to fight it I guess, so it won't be pleasant for her. In fact, I'm counting on that to happen. But it won't harm her permanently. I need her in good health, remember?"
Hiccup gasps disbelievingly. This had to be a joke. A sick and disgusting joke! It wasn't possible. It wasn't!
With horror, Hiccup watches as Toothless gets led behind Astrid. He sees the panic rising in her eyes as well and prays with all he has that it's just a joke. Just a means to pressure him.
"Stop," he gasps. "Stop it, please. I… I'll do whatever you want. Just stop this!"
Draga lifts a hand and the men who are about to tie Toothless to the metal frame pause. She steps toward him, close, close enough for her to press her crotch against his groins. She rubs herself against him, but the stimulation gets lost amidst the panic in his head. All Hiccup can think about is Astrid and that he needs to do whatever he can to save her from getting raped by his best friend.
"No," Draga says cooly and retreats again. Behind her, the men continue their work.
"But–" Hiccup sputters, but gets interrupted by a curt motion of her hand.
"You don't mean it. Not yet. You will do whatever I want, but first, you need to see what happens if you disobey." She meanders back to his side, while the men finish their work.
Toothless is standing on his hind legs now, his front legs tied to the top of the metal frame. The dragon's face and eyes are as empty as when he'd attacked Hiccup at the sanctuary, maybe even more so. He doesn't even seem to notice what's happening around him.
Astrid is close enough to the dragon that her bare ass rubs against his lower belly. Hiccup can hear her whimper, sees her shaking with fear. He jerks at his bonds again, but to no avail. They won't budge, and neither will Draga.
Completely helpless, Hiccup watches as one man gleefully pokes around at Toothless' ass with a smooth wooden stick. It doesn't take long until the prostate stimulation shows results. The dragon's cock grows out of its folds, deep purple and thick. Seemingly out of reflex, Toothless rocks back and forth, rubbing his member against the soft and warm body in front of him, and hums.
"Listen closely, dragon boy," Draga says, completely unperturbed. "I want three loads. You're young, that shouldn't be a problem. For every time you look away from her or close your eyes for too long, I'll add one load. Understood?"
Hiccup doesn't understand, not really. Even in case he might get hard, how is he supposed to jerk off, immobile as he is? But he nods anyway, not daring to anger her in any way.
"Good boy."
Draga beckons another group of men over. They carry a lounger of some sort and Draga settles on it gracefully. One of her men – hardly more than a boy, really – kneels down at her feet. He's slender Hiccup notices, his hair a mess of reddish brown strands.
"He's cute, don't you think? Hardly more than a poor substitute but bear with me." She nods toward the boy and with shaking hands, he brushes away the front of her skirt. He bends to bring his mouth to her sex and Draga hums in pleasure.
"Ah, yes. Mmmmhh," she lounges back, eyes closed blissfully for a moment. Then, almost casually, she lifts her hand, waving to her men. "Get started!"
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