Like the animal he is, Toothless keeps pounding into Astrid's soft body. There's hardly any resistance anymore in her, her body lax while she cries and sobs at every thrust. Her painful noises mash up with the dragon's obvious grunts of pleasure and Draga's fulsome moans as the Hiccup-cover licks her toward her climax.
It doesn't take long before Toothless roars again in ecstasy. Astrid's body twitches helplessly around his cock as it tries to take in even more cum. She doesn't seem to have much control of it anymore and hangs seemingly lifeless amidst the robes, eyes out of focus and mouth hanging open. Only her regular painful screams show that's she's still alive at all.
Again, it only takes a minute before Toothless moves again, seems to thrust even deeper now that he's acquired a taste for it. Hiccup can do nothing but watch, tears streaming down his face. Three loads, Draga had said. They were almost done. She only needs to endure a little more, and then this torture will be over.
But when Toothless comes a third time, it gets worse. Astrid jerks violently, all muscles spasming, before she tenses up – and vomits.
White fluid cascades out of her mouth and lands with a splash! on the stony ground. Then she heaves again and a second wave follows. She retches some more, more cum dripping off her lips and mingling with her tears.
Hiccup feels utterly empty at the dreadful display. This is, beyond any doubt, the most gruesome thing he's ever seen. Silently, he thanks the Gods that it's over now. Draga has her three loads, and he has learned his lesson. He would do everything, everything to keep this from happening again.
"You've won," he sobs. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll sleep with you, right now if you want. But, please, let her go now."
Draga's laughter it the cruellest thing he's ever heard. "What?" she chortles. "Let her go? What are you talking about?"
"But…" Hiccup swallows, staring disbelievingly as Toothless begins to move again. "But you said three loads…" he trails off as Draga gets off her lounger in one fluid motion and stands in front of him a second later. Once again, she grabs his cock and tugs at it demandingly.
"Yes, three loads – from you! This won't end until I have those. Don't worry, my minions will… help you, but you have to get hard first."
Behind her, Toothless howls as he comes a fourth time, forcing Astrid to retch out another load and happily keeps thrusting this time, not granting her the tiniest bit of a break.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hiccup sees Draga's calm smile and shudders.
"This won't end until I have what I want. And I suggest you hurry. If your dragon dies from exhaustion, I'll need to use another one. And you wouldn't want to see what happened if I set a Monstrous Nightmare in his place, would you?"
Panicking, Hiccup shakes his head. He's seen the devastating size of a Nightmare's cock before, has witnessed how those dragons flare up while mating.
He has to get hard, at all costs.
But how?
He takes in everything his senses registers. Astrid's tortured screams, Toothless disgusting movements and roars, the noises their bodies make when they meet, Draga's moans as the boy continues to lick and suck on her.
It's horrible, all of it. Sick and twisted and wrong! So wrong…
How on Midgard is he supposed to get aroused? Astrid is vomiting again now, the fourth or fifth time, he's lost count. She seems to scream out of reflex only by now, every time the dragon's cock fills her. Her eyes are empty, except a desperate plea for it to end. No matter how.
All this is wrong, so utterly and horribly wrong. He can't get hard, not like this.
But he has to.
So he needs to twist it right.