Without looking away or closing his eyes, Hiccup uses his imagination to shift the scene around him in his mind.
He sees Toothless as he pounds into his beloved and imagines it to be himself who's standing behind her…
He hears the slapping of skin on skin, dragon on human, and twists it until he can almost feel himself sink into her silky heat…
He hears her desperate screams and in his mind, they become screams of pleasure, of ecstasy…
He hears Draga's lustful moans and pretends them to be Astrid's…
It is not enough. The horror of reality keeps creeping into his mind and throws the horrendous truth back into his face every time he feels the slightest spark of heat in his groins.
He howls in desperation as another load of dragon cum splatters out of Astrid's mouth, reminding him of what is happening around him.
Her eyes are shifted out of focus, her tongue lolling past her lips as she takes every single one of Toothless's deep thrusts. She can't take much more.
Hiccup has to try harder.
And somewhere inside him, something shifts.
His dream vision intensifies. He starts to move his hips, thrusting back and forth as best his limited movability allows. He matches his movements to those of Toothless, burying himself in his imaginary lover in time with her screams. Before his eyes, he can see her face, similar to how she looks now, crossed-eyed and face slack. But instead of pain and horror, this look comes from him fucking her silly, fucking her until her brain melts and she keeps begging for more.
Yes, more. He will give her more.
He doesn't know how long he stands there, rutting his hips faster and faster, and groaning as the heat grows in his groins. He can feel his cock filling out rapidly now, straining toward the waiting body before him. He wants her, needs her, needs her wet tightness hotly around his heated flesh.
He jerks wildly, straining against the cuffs around his wrists until the metal cuts into his flesh. Blood streams down his arms and over his torso as his cock pulses with need. He doesn't even register the pain.
His eyes fall on Astrid's still open mouth where drops of white fluid still hang on her lips. With a devious grin, he imagines fucking her face instead. In his fantasy, he can feel her mouth around his cock, hot, wet, tight, rough. Her tongue draws patterns on his sensitive flesh while her throat clenches around him. She chokes on how deeply he is buried inside her, but in his mind, she likes it.
"Yes, more…" he groans hoarsely and keeps rutting into the cold air. He is painfully hard now, leaking precum, while his vision keeps on playing in his mind.
In his fantasy, Astrid hums around his cock, pleasure and lust vibrating through both their bodies as she sucks on him, hard. He can feel it, feels the heat coil tightly in his guts. He's close, so close. If only she'll suck once more, run her tongue over him again, just…
Hiccup keeps jerking in his confinements, urgently seeking release. He needs it. His cock is thrumming with arousal, the lack of any real contact horribly painful.
He howls, loud and beastlike, as the release keeps eluding him. He's fucking he thin air in front of him with abandon, all his thoughts concentrated on his cock and the unbearable tension.
He sees how Astrid gathered up her strength to look at him, sees the expression of utter betrayal in her eyes as she finds him hard and aroused by her torture. It doesn't matter.
All that matters now is that he comes.
"Please," he growls, voice strained and hoarse. "Please, Draga! Please, let me fuck you!"
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