"Good boy," the Queen hums in appreciation. She pushes her toy boy aside and when her hand closes around his cock once more, Hiccup sobs in relief. He fucks her hand, hard and fast, until… until…
She retreats and Hiccup howls in anguish. So close. He's so close!
"Please," he growls, jerking violently. "Please! Draga! PLEASE!"
Draga's eyes are gleaming. "Not yet, dragon boy. Not yet…" He faintly hears steps approaching, and Draga reaches past him to take whatever the men behind him give her. A green blur is all he can see from the corner of his eyes, but it doesn't really matter anyway. If he can't come soon, he'll go insane.
Blessed damp heat closes around his cock and Hiccup nearly weeps in gratitude. There's movement, too, suction, and a hot little tongue massaging his aching meat. It takes only seconds until he explodes, spurting into the hot little mouth with a roar that matches Toothless' perfectly.
When he regains his senses, he catches Draga's proud smile.
"Well done, dragon boy," she coos in her deep voice. "Well done indeed. And it wasn't even that bad, right? Don't you feel better now?"
Hiccup drops his head, and groans as clarity returns to his mind. What has he done?
His gaze swims from one thing to another. From Draga in front of him to Astrid and Toothless in the back, who seem to have stopped moving for now. At least… He can still hear Astrid's low sobbing though, even through the blood rushing in his ears.
His eyes wander on, to the small crowd that's gathered around them by now. They are mostly men, some with their hand down in their pants, others jerking off openly to the display in front of them. But there are women, too.
They wear similar dresses to Draga's, maybe less extravagant, and also wear similarly cruel expressions as they watch the scene in front of them. The other women in camp Draga talked about? Her cultists? The men keep back from them, which says a lot…
He looks back at Draga, wants to ask her… he doesn't know what. The question flees his mind when he spots the small green dragon in her arms.
It's a Terror. A small Terrible Terror. And his eyes are far from empty.
"What…" Hiccup gasps, his mind clearing rapidly now. What is Draga doing with this dragon, which apparently is not controlled by her Bewilderbeast?
Her eyes follow his and her smile turns almost angelic. "Isn't he incredible? Terrors are such sweet creatures. And so easy to tame."
The confusion has to be obvious on his face because she goes on without a prompt.
"You didn't even notice? This little angel here just sucked you off. He's trained to do so. Of course, we have to extract his teeth regularly, but he's on a liquid diet anyway." She chuckles and tickles the little dragon under its chin. "Yes, you're a good dragon, aren't you? Do you want to show him what else you can do now?"
Confused, Hiccup watches as the Terror crawls out of Draga's arms and onto the stump between his knees. Then sharp claws are on his skin, the dragon clinging in an awkward position to his thighs.
The dragon's tongue flickers over his balls, and despite the fact he's just come, a hot spark of pleasure flares up in his wet hot muscle drags on, deeper, along the crease of his cheeks and over his hole.
His body jerks. He's still sensitive after his orgasm. But his blood begins to boil again already and he moans as the dragon's tongue demandingly pushes into him.
And finds a sensitive spot that makes lightning cracke throug his body and makes Hiccup cry out helplessly.