Chapter 20

Hiccup has been right. After they are done with him, the girls leave him to himself again for a while. He hears them around their table, their voices only an incoherent mumbling in his dazed mind. Wine and cum keep burning through his body, but he can take it. The lust returns and he feels himself harden again, but it barely matters. He knows that they will let him wait, let him suffer before they start the next round.

Some twisted part of his mind is even looking forward to it. The last round hasn't been so bad. He hasn't felt as... as used. Not with having control over at least some part of their game. And if he can't refuse them, can't fight against them in his currents state, then he at least can annoy them by enjoying their torture.

Because it still is torture. The pain in his over-used balls and cock is omnipresent, always there, stronger now that it doesn't get dilated by pleasure. And it seems to last longer this time, or that's what it feels like at least. Hiccup carefully stows away his pride in the back of his mind, and calls out to them again, demands, mocks, and begs them to fuck him, but they don't react. He almost feels like crying, his dick so hard he fears it might burst any moment, and it hurts.

And yet they ignore him and all Hiccup can do is wait, keening helplessly, while his body twists and spasms uncontrollably.

"Don't you think he's had enough now?" he hears Farina's voice at some point. He gazes up at her, at her sight so similar to his beautiful Astrid that it hurts. She kneels next to his bed, one hand trailing up his inner thigh in an almost playful manner.

"Please," he whispers, just this one word and so low that neither of the other girls can hear him.

Farina's smile turns angelic, and he can feel her hand moving. She drags her fingernails further up his leg, down over the crease of his ass and up over his balls. Hiccup whimpers, and desperately tries to keep the pleasure she elicits with her touch inaudible. She moves on, up the underside of his cock, and even this little bit is enough. He can feel it, feels his orgasm rising, it's there, it's almost -

"Don't touch him!" Mona growls, and the blissful touch vanished.

"No!" he howls in anguish. He was so close.

"I know, I know," Farina giggles back. "I was just playing a little with him. He's such an entertaining toy."

"Yeah, but you almost ruin him with your playing," Mona snarls back, stepping to her side, and scrutinizes him. "Hm, but you might be right. I think he's ready. Lisa?"

"Coming," the brunette calls over. A moment later, she appears in his field of vision, too. She leans over him and then nods. "Yeah, I think so. What do you think, dragon boy? Are you ready to go on?"

Hiccup can't speak anymore and just nods vigorously.

"Good. How about a little more to drink before we start?"

He nods again even though his thirst is one of his minor problems, and more wine won't be helpful anyway. He'd do everything to get them going. Lisa leaves, but only to return with another glass a moment later. To his surprise, it is a much smaller one, barely bigger than her pinky finger and only half filled with water. Not much, but he won't complain.

"You think that's enough?" Mona asks doubtfully as Lisa lifts his head to help him drink.

"Oh, definitely," she replies and tips the glass' content into his mouth.

Hiccup gasps, and then almost chokes on the burning liquid. It is definitely no water, but rather some very high proof liquor.

"And now he even spits out half of it," Mona scowls. "Better get some more."

"No, that is enough, believe me," Lisa says calmly. "Can you feel it already, dragon boy? The burning fire?"

At first, Hiccup can only stare up at her in confusion, but soon his eyes widen. Yes, he can feel it. The liquor is burning its way through his body, even as Lisa speaks on.

"Can you feel it running down your gullet?" she asks and lets her hand glide over him in time with her words and the sensations within him. "How it warms your stomach and spreads further? The alcohol multiplies the cum's effect in case you haven't noticed, though sadly not for long. Mmh, I wonder. Do you feel it in your groins yet? Feel it in your cock? I've heard men stronger than you scream for their mommies and beg for mercy because of this. Are you there yet?"

Hiccup stares at her with wide eyes, dry lips parted, but he doesn't answer. He can't. Yes, he can feel what she means. He wouldn't reject anyone right now, no matter who, if only he could fuck them. But he stays silent, resist the urge to beg even more, and it makes Lisa smirk.

"Maybe you're stronger than you look after all," she muses and lets her hand glide further down his body. "I can see what you mean, Farina. Very entertaining, indeed."

Hiccup gets a little cross-eyes now, her hand so close to his pulsing cock that he can almost feel her. He can't help the small whining and whimpering noises anymore, and the girls seem to enjoy those greatly. They giggle and keep playing with him, fingers gliding through or tugging at his pubic hair, a light touch or caress over his balls or cock. Words tumble out of his mouth, words he doesn't understand anymore but speak of submission and need, words that make his tormentors enjoy themselves even more.

Then a firm hand closes around his cock and he can't do anything but fuck up into it, his whole body straining toward the release. He cums screaming like a dragon, hot stripes painting his stomach, and barely notices the girls' laughter. He's not even fully through his climax as he feels bodies climbing on top of him again, not bothered by the mess he'd made of himself.

This time, Lisa takes his cock while Mona presses her slit firmly against his mouth. His scream gets muffled by her wet pussy, but he doesn't mind, doesn't care. Feverishly, he licks her while his hips keep fucking up into Lisa's hot core. He cums again before he knows it, his whole body shaking with pleasure and the need for more.

His head begins to spin, but it takes several more seconds of thrusting and sucking before he realizes why.

He can't breathe.

Mona is seated firmly on his face, his head caught between her strong thighs, and she covers both his mouth and nose. Vigorously, he tries to shake her off, to get some air into his lungs. He wants - needs to buck and thrash, but all his body does is seek more pleasure, burn more oxygen by cumming again. His limited vision turns black around the edges and his fight becomes more desperate until -

Until Mona moves back a little, and he sucks in a few wonderful gulps of air. With wild eyes, he stares up at her, too dazed to ask any questions, but he doesn't need to anyway. He understands.

This round is another game. He won't have any control this time, none at all, and he doesn't like that.

Playing with breathing control is something he and Astrid have already tried, but in opposition to Mona, he trusts Astrid. This now though? Mona can easily suffocate him, and there is nothing he could do.

She gives him a devious sneer and then presses her core against him again.

"Now, fuck us," she commands. "Fuck us as if your life depends on it!"

I'm sorry for my pitiful obviousness, but I've got to say your comments help my motivation a lot! ;) Keep them coming, please.

Mona Lisa? Ha! Honestly? I didn't even think of the painting. To tell the truth: Farina, Lisa, and Mona were girls in my elementary class and I didn't like them. So, now you know why I picked those names...

More dragons? I'll see where/whether I can squish those in.

Escape and reaction? Will come... I think... ;)

Ruffnut and Heather? Hmm... I 'could' throw in an interlude about what happens to them. To be honest, that's not really what I'm interested in, but I can try if some of you want to see that.