See? This happens when I don't bind myself to a daily schedule. Ah, well, that's how it is then...

Some might have seen it already, there is another story that refers to this, written by Uno-illic, an (alternative) ending to my story. By now, we've talked about it, and I don't mind. I can't recommend that story as I haven't read it to keep my head clear for my own version. But I won't begrudge anyone who reads/wants to read it. Just, please, don't bother either me or Uno-illic with comments like "I liked the other version better". His/her idea might originate from mine, but they are two different stories.

Edit: Oh, and I forgot... Yes, my personal main focus is watching Hiccup being a toy. :o) But that doesn't mean I can't include other points as well. The Astrid-flashback will come, and I can easily build in a few of the other points there, too. I'll think about the rest, see what suits me.

Hiccup lost all sense of time. He doesn't know whether it's been minutes, hours, or even days. All he knows is that his body feels like it gets torn in half by two raging desires. His groins are burning with the alcohol-enhanced need to cum and his lungs are burning with the lack of oxygen. His whole body is shaking and spasming, fighting to fulfil both desires at once. His hips are pistoning up into Lisa's hot pussy and his mouth is ravaging Mona's, while the rest of his body desperately tries to shake them off, to get at least some air into his lungs.

Only rarely, Mona grants him a break, a few heavenly breaths before she keeps seeking her own pleasure. He can taste his own cum as bits drip out of her slit, but he doesn't mind, doesn't care. Every single sensation, no matter whether it's pleasant or not, only adds to his overstimulated body and mind. He is at a constant height, doesn't register individual climaxes anymore. He seems cum, to spurt his seeds constantly with every single thrust, and every break there might be gets filled with a rush of adrenalin over the sensating of nearly suffocating.

The breaks he gets to breathe seem to come rarer, the times he needs to go without air stretching out longer and longer. His eyes are going empty and roll back into his head, his mind blanking out, a slave to his abused body, as he keeps fucking and screaming and spasming, keeps cuming as he fights to stay alive - until he blacks out.

When he wakes, it is to the still raging fire in his groins. He can't have been out for long, he realizes, only minutes. But at least he can breathe again. With his eyes still closed, he takes in a couple of delicious breaths, relieved that he still can do so, that he survived this round. Then he carefully takes a look around.

The three girls are still there, bustling about. They chat and giggle as if nothing is out of the ordinary, as if he isn't groaning and whimpering under his breath at the still unbearable pressure in his cock, and as if they hadn't almost killed him just now. Mona is the first to notice his open eyes, and, with a sardonic smirk, she leans over him.

"Now, look who's awake again already," she sneers. "You really are stronger than you look, aren't you? Remind me to take you harder the next time, to see how far I can push you."

Hiccup glares up at her as best he can, torn between his hatred for her and the animalistic need to keep fucking her.

"Yes, you would like that too, wouldn't you?" She lets her hand glide over his straining body, and only one light caress along his hypersensitive dick is enough to make him cum again. She laughs, and licks his seeds off her fingers, but before she can do more, another figure appears behind her.

"No, no, you had your fun," Farina scolds her. She likely wants to look angry, but only manages cute with her furrowed eyebrows and her fists stemmed into her sides. "The poor boy needs a break."

"The poor boy needs to get fucked," Mona snorts, making him cum again with just a short pumping of her hand up and down his shaft. "See? He's still so horny, giving him a break would probably kill him after all. I never thought..." She trails off, grinning derisively. "I mean, Terror cum alone is amazing already, but combined with that hard liquor... Mmmhh, too bad our time is almost up."

"Yes, it is almost up, and now shush. It's my turn again. Go and help Lisa clean up, I'd like to enjoy him as long as I can."

Grumbling in annoyance, Mona leaves, to Hiccup's relief. He's only met her what... a few hours ago, but he already hates her with a passion, for what she'd done to him, to Heather, and for her utter lack of compassion.

Then Farina's soft body crawls on top of him, and he can't help but groan with pleasure. Her touch is so much more pleasant and welcome, compared to Mona's. She doesn't tease him just to torment him further, but sinks right down onto his cock, taking him inside her hot and soft wetness, tight and wonderful. He cums instantly as her muscles clench around him, spurting hot.

"Ah, yes, that's better, isn't it?" she coos, and leans down to kiss him.

And he lets her.

Another short one, but at least the next is already half-way written.