Once again, Hiccup doesn't know how much time passes. The wine Lisa gave him must have been a potent one, because he feels the alcohol's effect in his head, even though he only drank two glasses. The room doesn't stop spinning around him and he feels the warmth spreading from his stomach through his body. It even seems to fuel the fire in his groins even more. His muscles hurt and his insides feel raw and dry. And yet, he's hard again already.

The Terror cum's effect hasn't lessened yet, even hours later, but he's gotten kind of accustomed to it. But now, with the alcohol enhancing it, it feels just as strong as it had been right in the beginning.

Lisa said he needed to recover, but it doesn't feel that way. His dick is standing proud again, swollen and flushes when he looks down his body, screaming for friction. Hiccup groans and twists, uselessly trying once more to turn in his confinements. It gets worse and worse, his newly fueled lust making him thrash, and howl, and beg.

At first, the girls around their table ignore him, laugh and chat as if he isn't there, as if he isn't begging them to fuck him. Then they suddenly stand around him, watching him. He sees the blatant hunger on their faces, sees how their eyes roam over him in appreciation. He sees them licking their lips and grabbing each other's breasts, hears them moan and sigh with want.

And yet, they don't do anything.

"Fuck!" Hiccup shouts at them. "Just get on with it! Fuck me already! Just..." He bites his lips, ashamed of this outburst. Gods, why aren't they simply getting on with whatever they've planned for the night? He is what they made of him, their helpless and willing sex toy. Why wouldn't they use him?

"So eager," Lisa muses, voice hoarse and low. "I think he's ready, what do you think, Mona?"

"Oh, definitely!"

Sighing inwardly in gratitude, Hiccup watches as both girls climb over him. It might have confused him if only he cared. But all he can think of is that, finally, they go on. Mona is the first to straddle him, engulfing his cock in her silky heat and Hiccup can't help but whine at the sublime sensation. She doesn't move though, and when he tries to thrust up into her, she pins him down to the bed with incredible strength. He feels her clench around him teasingly, but that it all he gets.

Then Lisa follows, sitting down on his chest, her dripping slit less than an inch away from his lips. "I hope you know how to eat out a woman. If you're no good at this, Mona will stop as well." She settles back, leaning against Mona who reaches around her to cup her breasts and plays with her nipples.

The blatant sight and her musky scent around him make him heady and even more eager to finally give and receive pleasure, to quelch the fire burning inside him. He doesn't reply, just opens his mouth and lets his tongue run over her slit. Lisa moans and Mona moves in time with that sound.

They don't make him wait any longer then. Lisa presses her sex against his mouth and every time he licks and sucks at her, he gets rewarded my Mona moving on his cock in time with her pleasured noises. It doesn't take long until he laps and licks feverishly, equally eager to cum and to make her cum. He climaxes first, deeply buried inside the black-haired girl, but barely pauses before he goes on.

Lust and vine cloud his mind, and he loses himself in the heat and pleasure of the moment. Mona cums, further milking his dick, and Lisa cums, too, flooding his mouth with her arousal. He drinks and licks up every drop, ignoring how she quivers, hypersensitive. All he wants is to go on, to continue, to let his tongue be the indirect tool for his own pleasure, thrilling in the illusion of being in control.

Once more, he loses all sense of time until they all came several times and are nothing but a heap of tangled sweaty bodies.

He barely cares anymore what happens to him now. The pattern seems repetitive. They will let him rest, restrained until he can hardly bear it anymore, and then fuck the living daylight out of him. Pain and pleasure.

He is sure that he has them figured out, and that he can make it through this night. He will play along, as it is his only option, and think of a way to escape once his head is free again.

Sorry that this is a bit shorter again and that it took so long. Turns out writing this is entirely impossible as long as my husband's around all the time. Although, getting no feedback whatsoever wasn't all that motivating either...