WARNING!CHAPTER VERY SEXUAL!

Chapter 3: 2 ½ Years Later…

Astrid's POV

"It's him, I'm sure of it!" I shouted at the table. It has to be. "He disappeared right after she was kidnapped, he's constantly flirted with her, and he's had his eye on her ever since I could remember!" On all of us. The judge sighed, and explained to me for the upmost time. "You need solid evidence to convict someone of a crime like this. First of all, he did not 'disappear', he moved away, and second, flirting and having 'an eye' does not mean he's some sort of criminal. In the first case, you claimed another to have the same path, except for the moving. What was his name, Derrick Yorgonson?". My fist smashed lightly on the table in annoyance. 'What's the matter with these people, are they blind? He's the same height, same colored eyes, and has always used her innocence against her!' I thought.

"Astrid, she's right" Heather said softly to me. I glared at her with disbelief as she grabbed my arm and turned us to leave. "We need solid evidence, right?" She whispered in my ear. "Then let's get some". I relaxed, relieved she wasn't giving up quite yet. An idea popped into my head right away. I turned around and quickly ran back to the desk. "Excuse me, ma'am?" She looked up at me, annoyance practically shining in her chocolate eyes. "Yes?" she said, not bothering to hide the rudeness in it. "Do you know where Toothless Drake has moved too?"

Toothless' POV

2 ½ years, it's been, and it's been the best 2 ½ years of my life. Haven certainly has changed from a barbie doll, but she's more beautiful than ever. No longer is her skin scarless and clear. She has scars from training, field work, and from me. She's tattooed some of her scars, like the bite mark on her neck. Half of her head is dyed a golden blond while the other remains the same. She normally wears pretty showy things. Like right now, she's wearing white shorts that could be mistaken as panties. Her legs have black, ripped lace tights on them that show her tattoos, and she's wearing high, white, stripper heels.

Her top is a strapless black bra with a white tinted, see through shirt. Her wrists are laced with black bracelets, some with spikes, some with zippers. Around her neck is a black leather choker, hiding her bit mark. Her makeup matches her colors. Half her lipstick is black, half is white. One eye has black eyeshadow, and eyeliner, one has white eyeshadow and eyeliner. Her left side is black and her right side is white. Her hair is in two separate french braids, making her look all more of a stripper.

Which is what she's doing now. I'm waiting for one of my rich employers to come, and am watching my girl dance in her slutty outfit. Tonight, she's getting it, hard. And I mean it. I'm in a suit, but unless you work for me, no one knows who or where I'm from. I hear the beads that act like a door clink, thinking it's him, but turn to see Haven's sisters and a few agents. I put on one of my famous smirks. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in". I leaned back, drink in hand, and motioned for them to sit. "Where's my sister, Toothless" Astrid said, voice hard.

"What, no friendly hello? It's been a few years since we've seen each other". She stomped right over, and got in my face. "Like hell am I giving you a 'friendly hello'. I didn't fly over here for 14 hours, drive here for 3, and spend far too much money on a crappy hotel to put up with your asshole-ish behavior, now, where is my sister?!" she said with as much menace as possible. I was unfazed. "Now, Astrid, let me tell you something. I don't know exactly what happened to her, but Haven is gone". Astrid and Heather's eyes widened.

"You're lying. You're lying! She's not dead!" She yelled in my face. "Calm down, sweetheart, I never said anything about death" I replied, hands out in a calming manner. "I just said she's gone. The young, sweet, innocent younger sister you knew is gone. She's been replaced with a bad, bad girl" I said, ending on a seductive note. "What do you mean by that?" Heather asked, tone harsh. I noticed one of the agents looking at Haven, eye's trying to hold back the lust he was getting.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" I asked the guard. He looked around nervously, and nodded. I set my drink down, hand purposely shaking as I stretched it out. "Oh, there she is" I said lowly at him. "The fire in my loins" I continued standing up. I balled my fists up. "The itch in my crotch!" I said, voice growing in intensity. "All, unveiling the infamous, Hiccup Haddock!" I said stepping aside and showing the group the newly dubbed, Hiccup. The music in the back made 3 noises that she grabbed a fake gun and pretended to shoot with.

She trailed her hands up her stomach, pulling the white shirt up a little before dropping it again. All of their mouths hung open because they recognised her, but saw how different she came. I whistled for her and she left her dancing to come over here. "Oh, come to papa" I said. She pushed the beads away behind me. "Toothy; Haha!" she said crazily. I held her hand as she sat on the couch and swung her legs over. "H..Haven?" Astrid called. "Oh my god…." Heather said with a hand over her mouth.

"Look who came to see you" I said in her ear. She giggled and walked over to them. She kissed Astrid's and Heather's cheeks, leaving a lipstick stain on each. "HahA!" She laughed as they wiped off their cheeks. Astrid grabbed her arm and said "We're leaving, NOW!". Haven, shot her arm out of her grip and pulled both siblings more into the room. "But you just got here! Come on, guys, have a little fun!" She said in a sort of whimper that caused me to hold back from ripping her clothes off right there. 'God, she's so hot tonight!' I thought, letting out a lustful breath.

"Haven, you've been gone for, nearing 3 years! We're leaving now!" Astrid tried again. Haven just got lost in a fit of giggles. "No, YOU are leaving right now, I'm staying" she said, sounding drunk. I sat down and she sat on my lap, kissing my neck. "You fucker, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER?!" Astrid all but lost it like a mother bear protecting her cub. Heather held her back from hurting either of us. Haven stopped her kissing and burst out laughing."I did nothing. This was all her. Her choices, her body, her life. I just happened to run into her".

Both girls glared daggers at me, knowing I was right, but I was also guilty of something. That's what I had intended. Astrid looked like she was going to cry when Heather pulled her back and they all left. Haven blew a kiss at the agent who was looking at her before motioning her long, black and white nails across her neck, signifying she would kill him. She laughed as his eyes widened in fear.

Hours later...

Haven's POV

He roughly threw me against the floor of our temporary home, here in New York, savagely kissing all he could. My choker was off who knows where and my white, see through shirt was around my wrists, trapping them as Toothless used it to keep my arms above my head. His shirt was thrown on the floor and he was grinding against my entrance as he forcefully bit and scratched. One of my legs were trapped under his while the other came up and was wrapped around his waist.

"Mmmh" I softly moaned as he trailed his fingers up my side and into my strapless bra. It burned, everywhere he touched, and tingled everywhere he didn't. My hips bucked forward, needing and wanting him inside. It's been over 2 years since he took me, and I've become a whole nother person then I used to be. Toothless is the only one who calls me by my real name, otherwise I'm either known as Hiccup Haddock, or the Mixed Fury. I have a suit exactly like Toothless', only I can blend into my surroundings.

"Mmmm!" I moaned a little louder as he started to suck and bite a nipple. I've learned so much over the past 2 years. I know how to fight, how to steal, how to persuade, how to trick, and how to kill. I'm sure I've killed before, but I never stuck around to find out. We plan to head back to Berk in a few weeks to wreak a little havoc. I bent my knee a little, the one under him and began to rub his bulge. He stopped to catch his breath before gripping my waist hard enough to give a few bruises.

He tore off my shorts and lace tights to see I had no underwear on. He sat on his legs, and pulled my womanhood on his lap, rubbing the more sensitive areas. A moan got caught in my throat as he teased around my entrance. Along with growing in knowledge and strength, our relationship has grown as well. Sex is still a prominent part of it, seeing as how we can't get enough of each other, but emotionally we know each other like the back of our hands. I let out a loud moan as I felt him enter a finger inside me, rubbing my inner walls.

Soon two more entered, and I was in a bliss. It wasn't enough, though. "T..Toothless….I..I n..n..need you!" I moaned out. "Sorry, what was that? I thought I heard something" he whispered lowly. "I n..n..need y..you!" I said louder, moaning growing the deeper his fingers went inside me. "Were you saying something? Cause I didn't quite catch it". I tore my hands out from my shirt and brought them to his shoulders, knocking him on his back. His fingers were still in me, but I tried to take off his pants. Before I got his zipper down, one finger grazed my sweet spot causing me to stop everything, and shudder, while moaning.

He took this opportunity to pull out of me, shove me down, take off his pants, and ram into my warm depths. "OH!" I shouted. As tight as he claims me to be, he still rammed into me mercilessly, not waiting for me to keep up. His hands were on my shoulders, nails digging into them while one of my hands were rubbing near my entrance and the other gripping the carpet. "OH! OH! Harder! Give it to me!" I moaned, never wanting this to stop.

He suddenly stopped, flipped me over and began doing this doggie style. I was at the highest height anyone could be at. I came long before he did, feeling him reach the farthest depths inside me. I came once more before he did. This is how my life is, and as naughty as it seems, I love it. I could never imagine anything better. I suddenly felt the amazing, sharp sting of my flesh being torn, turning to see Toothless had bit my mark, once again.

"Round 1 complete. I hope you're prepared for round 2, cause tonight's far from over" he growled in my ear, nipping it lightly. I grabbed his chin, and forcefully kissed him, leaving a few scratch marks on his chin and jaw from my crazily long nails. "Damn straight it's not over" I whispered pulling away from the kiss.

I woke up feeling kind of groggy. Last night was rough, even for Toothless. My vagina stung, probably from over doing it, and I had bumps and bruises all over my arms and legs. I sat up, wincing a bit, then I stretched. I looked down at myself and saw bruises on my arms and stomach that looked like fingerprints. "Oh yeah, definitely over done" I said softly to myself. I was sore, and my body hurt, but I was more than satisfied. I got up and took a shower instantly. Gave me a few minutes to look at the 'damage'.

From my chin up there was no da...never mind, my lip had a cut on it and my hair was pulled a little too hard. 'Man, he's so going to get it when he gets back. Once I finished my shower, I put a robe on and turned on the T.V. The reporter was reporting a shooting at the HoneyBar's Club last night. The one me and Toothless were at. Surprisingly, it wasn't us who did it, but some drunk who wanted their money back.

I heard a door slam and saw Toothless back with a bag. His weapon collection. I jumped over the couch and walked up to him, kissing him and giving him a good slap. "Next time, not so rough. I need to look somewhat normal". I flinched as he grabbed my waist, right on the bruises and whispered "I do it how rough I want it. If you couldn't handle it, you should have fought harder".

I kicked his leg and twisted his arm back so he was kneeling on the floor with his arm at an off angle. "I can handle the pain fine, it's the marks left after that I hate trying to clean up" I said harshly. He swiftly leaned forward using his good arm for balance and he swiped my feet from under me. I fell pretty hard on the tiled floor as he was on top of me before I knew it.

Aside from my robe, I was butt naked, and he knew it. Fingers started trailing up my inner thighs, up and down, up and down. "What, you too weak to handle a few bruises?". I took in a shaky breath and said "Not in your wildest dreams, Flyer boy". A finger wormed its way to my already abused entrance and played around there. I hissed as it entered my swollen nether lips. His other hand trailed up my robe, untying the string and letting the sides fall to the floor, my sleeves the only thing keeping it on.

His acid eyes looked at me calculating. Testing. Deciding. I clawed the floor the deeper his finger went, leaving scratch marks on the nice, blue tiles. "What, too much for you to handle? I thought you liked pain. Craved it". I couldn't speak as I was overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure. He pulled out as I caught my breath. He sat me up and pressed his mouth to mine. "I don't plan to or ever will go easy on you, understood? You're mine and I decide what happens to you". I smile, shove him down and bit his ear, harshly saying "Keep dreaming, dragon boy". I had him where I wanted him, and was ready to give him one of my world famous blow jobs.

Astrid's POV

I sat at the hotel, looking at an old picture of me and Haven at the beach. She photo bombed me in the picture with a hug. I couldn't be mad at her for it. I had a few tears running down my cheeks. "Oh Haven, what has he done to you?" I asked to no one in particular. Heather sat next to me leaning her head on my shoulder. I couldn't see her, but I could tell her eyes were just as broke as mine. "Mom and dad aren't going to take this well. Dad will probably freak while mom would have a heart attack". My eyes stayed down and unmoving. I was too in pain to be able to respond. The youngest sister I had grown to adore and love like my own life, just went down the drain and was replaced with a slutty demon with her face.

It was too much for me to take at once. "We have to get her back Heather" I said as broken as I really was. My hand shot onto hers to make sure she was here with me and alright. Life wasn't complete without Haven, and now just became 10 times darker with what she's become. Who knows what she's hooked on, or forced to take. Heather wrapped her arms around me and whispered comfortingly "We'll get her back, Est, I promise. But, we need mom and dad's help, we can't do this on our own". I nodded and held her like she was my lifeline.

There is little to me that matters in the world. I don't seek fame, or money, or power. My family was all I needed and one of the biggest parts of that has just been torn and ruined. I need it fixed before I do something reckless. I can tell Heather feels the same way. We stayed like that until night when we went to bed, neither getting much sleep.

Author's Note: Hey Guys, long time no see. If you hand't known before, my internet was down for about a month, only leaving me to be able to make small updates. I hope you like the new chapter, even if it's kinda sexual. It's part of my image of the 'Bad Girl' lifestyle.