Before Hiccup can consciously comprehend that his hands are really free, one is already down between his legs and pumping his aching cock. He's hypersensitive and it hurts, but it doesn't matter. He howls as he comes nearly instantly, cum splattering over his hand and onto the sheets beneath him. For over a minute, he can't do anything but keep pumping, keep cuming, and keep howling as he feels as if his body gets torn apart.

When the worst brunt is over, he rolls into a ball on his side. His hand is still around his cock, still moving but much slower now. Just to keep the pressure from becoming too overwhelming. His mind is sluggish, dazed by the endless rush of pleasure and pain he's been in for hours now and also by the immense amount of alcohol Mona forced him to drink. But he knows that there's something... something he should be thinking about, something important. Desperately, he tries to clear his head, to think past the ongoing desire burning in his groins and the clouds of liquor in his head. What has it been, what was it he was supposed to do?

Groaning, he rolls onto his other side, pleasure washing through him once again as he climaxes almost without noticing. He feels raw. His body still craves the relief, even desperately so, but his mind barely appreciates it anymore. He lays still, panting, as Mona's laughter reaches his ears.

"You really are the most entertaining toy we ever had. But now to the fun part. Didn't you want to leave?"

Right, that's it. That's what he's been trying to think about. He has to leave! His blurry gaze searches the room and lands on the door on the opposite wall. It seems endlessly far away, but that doesn't matter. Mona doesn't seem like she wants to stop him anyway. Slowly, he fights himself into a sitting position. His entire body is weak and hurting, exhaustion tearing at him. But he has to escape. He simply has to, no matter how weak he feels. This might be his only chance. Groaning and whimpering, he stands up on shaky legs, one hand still clutching his cock as he stumbles through the room. More than once, he loses his balance as the alcohol keeps clouding his mind. He lands on the floor, hears Mona's devious laughter, but doesn't pay it any attention. She doesn't matter. All that matters is that he gets away from here.

Another form of relief washed through him as he reaches the door. Everything will be over soon. He just has to escape, hide until he can think clearly again, and then free his friends so they can all return home. Laughter bubbles up inside him as he reaches for the handle – but freezes when he can't open the door. He tries again, rattles at the door, with both hands now, with all the strength he has left, but it doesn't budge.

Mona's cackling laughter draws his attention, and with honest loathing in his eyes, he turns back to her. She moved and now lies on the bed where he lay only minutes ago. The sheets are stained with his cum and sweat, but she doesn't seem to mind. She's propped up on one elbow behind her as she watches him with tantalizing eyes. And in her other hand, she holds up a thin chain, letting the key dangling from it to taunt him.

"Oh sorry," she coos mockingly. "Did I forget to remind you? I locked that door. If you really want to leave, then you'll have to first take the key from me."

Hiccup growls at her, a raw and animalistic sound that perfectly fits how he feels. Like a trapped animal, not able to think clearly and only acting by instinct. Eyes fixed on the dangling key, he stumbles back toward her. When he falls for the... third? fouth? time, he doesn't bother to stand up again and just crawls the rest of the way. His cock keeps brushing against his legs like this, and every touch of skin on skin tears another groan from his throat. By the time he's reached the bed, he's almost forgotten the key.

His eyes are fixed on the soft body in front of him, on the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and her glistening pussy. He knows there's something else, but it's so hard to think. Right now, he just wants.

"That's right, dragon boy. You don't really want to leave, do you?" Mona smirks, spreading her legs to give him an even better view of her body.

Leave... He has to leave!

Desperate to clear his thoughts, Hiccup shakes his head. He can't get distracted, not now. His entire body is straining toward the hot body in front of him, his cock twitching and leaking, but he has to fight it. He... has to...

"Key," he grunts, vision blurring as she brushed her leg along his side. "Give me... the key!"

"Oh, no... really? Is that all you want?" she pouts, looking up at him out of big and sad eyes.

"GIVE ME THE KEY!" he shouts, fighting against simply plunging into her and getting the relief his body craves. It would be so easy, just one aimed thrust and he would be inside her, feel her wet heat, how she would tighten around him. It would be different, with her laying on her back beneath him, with him in control, with him fucking her for his pleasure alone. He wouldn't be gentle, not with her, would pound into her, not caring if he would hurt her. She doesn't deserve any caution. All he wants is to punish her for what she did, for what she made him do.

No!

He can't... doesn't have time...

Whimpering and growling, he reaches for the key that still dangles from her hand. He can't let her tempt him, has to fight it. But Mona doesn't give him a choice.

The moment he is closest to her, hand around the keychain, she makes her move. She doesn't fight him for the key and instead pulls him down onto her. Her hot and soft body suddenly pressed against his makes his mind blank out and lets his body take control of his actions.

Before he knows it, he is inside her. His body and mind, his entire being gets wracked by intense pleasure the moment he feels her around his cock. He howls and screams, hips bucking uncontrollably.

"Yes, that's is!" Mona gloats. "Show me what you can do, dragon boy. Fuck me as hard as you can."

And he does.

There is no space in his mind anymore for thoughts of a key and a door, of escaping. All he can think about is to fuck into her, harder and faster as he's ever done before. He cums and keeps fucking, not caring about Mona beneath him. He doesn't give a fuck about whether she enjoys it or whether he's hurting her. She deserves it. She deserves it all and more.

He pins her hands to the bed above her head. She might be strong, but he's still heavier and her position doesn't give her any leverage.

"Oh yes, more!" he hears her moan through the haze around his thoughts and Hiccup's vision turns red. He doesn't want her to enjoy this. He wants to punish her, to pay her back. He wants her to suffer for everything she's done and for everything her Mistress has done. He pounds harder still, his cum squirting out of her by now but who cares? This is just about paying her back.

With a wild sneer, he lets go of one of her hands and places his around her throat instead. He want's to pay her back for everything and keeping her from breathing seems like a good idea. Her eyes widen in anticipation, gleaming when his fingers tighten around her. He cums again when she tightens around him simultaneously, cums hard. Gods, she becomes to tight! He does it again, squeezes her throat and enjoys how she squeezes his cock in return. On and on he goes, not caring when her free hand starts to tear the skin off his hand and arm. It's her fault.

All his body wants is to cum and all his mind wants is to see her suffer.

Uuh, Hiccup's back in control. Or is he not? What do you think about this? I quite like him a little darker.

Anyway, next chapter is Astrid's POV.

And just because I can't find any no matter how hard I look... Can you recommend me any stories where Astrid gets raped or possibly gangbanged? By anyone else but Toothless?