Okay…so disclaimer - don't judge me.
If you're uncomfortable with girl-girl then don't read.
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They'd been married long enough for Hiccup to known every inch of her body, very well, in fact. He wouldn't skip a chance to see her naked. But there was something different in seeing her bare pale skin pressed against that of another that wasn't his own. Cream against peach, flesh on flesh, it was exhilarating.
Astrid and he had been downed by a thick snow storm in a port town. It was less than welcoming but they'd found a tavern-inn whose lusty owner offered them room for the night. However, they had been short on coin and trade. The woman had sneered at them, clever and blunt, and offered an alternative form of payment. She smiled, and told them how had been shunned from her own home for her unnatural taste in women, rather than men, and her seemingly infinite sexual hunger.
"Give me your girl for the evening and there's no cost." she had said to Hiccup but kept her eyes on Astrid.
Hiccup had been flabbergasted at her outspoken desire. He was frozen from the cold and delirious from sleep deprivation, and when he was pushed into a chair in an upstairs room he noticed the warmth from the small fire first. His mind came back to him and he couldn't stop watching Astrid and her, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, sending such a fire through his limbs that he didn't comprehend.
Seeing Astrid with another was not the jealous affair he'd always dreaded it would be, because those thoughts had wondered through his mind, and he had always become so angry and jealous at the imaginary man. But he had never imagined it would be a woman. He did feel jealousy, admittedly, but it was a different kind that he'd felt before. It was jealousy, but it was mixed with his own degenerate desires, forbidden acts, taboo relations.
He wanted to throw himself at Astrid's exposed back, add his hands to theirs, thrust himself into while the woman stroked her, and the idea sent him into a state of arousal he'd never experienced.
"Hiccup," Astrid breathed, more a gasp than a whine, and with a sweaty hand she reached out to him.
Time felt nonexistent. His skin was on fire, his brain was moving too fast, surely his heart would thump out of his chest. His chest pressed into Astrid's back, his arousal pressing into her backside, his hands finding her firm breasts, pushing her into him. The woman fingered every inch of her, sharing her chest with Hiccup, and kissed her with a roughness that Hiccup had never attempted, and slightly envied.
The woman feel back onto the bed, pulling Astrid with her, and Hiccup after. She maneuvered herself and twisted her legs with Astrid in a web that pulsed, ushering breathless, eager, indulging moans from both of them. Hiccup's arm was tugged by the woman, to show that he had his chance, and he took it. He pressed himself into Astrid from behind, pushing out a moan from Astrid he hadn't heard before. He joined their rhythm, pumping harder than he had before, reaching deeper inside her than he thought healthy.
He finished first, and quicker than he would have liked, but it didn't take long for the girls to follow. He was standing on his knees, watching, when Astrid collapsed back into him. The woman scooted back toward them and kissed Astrid sweetly, pulling her arm around them both, getting a handful of Hiccup's backside while she got reacquainted with Astrid's mouth.
That night they had had fallen asleep quickly, after flying almost nonstop for an exhausting several days, and left in the morning with few words. Hiccup avoided bringing up the night before. They were in the air and the port town was far behind when Astrid was the first to break the silence.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," Hiccup nodded. But he heard the hitched tone in his voice.
"Are you sure?" Astrid raised a brow. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"
Hiccup groaned. "We need to."
"What did you think?" Astrid asked. There was a enthused humor in her face, like when she'd won, not wanting to gloat her victory, but modesty wasn't one of her best qualities.
Hiccup laughed nervously, shrugging.
"Do you want to try it again?" Astrid asked, staring at him intently.
"Which part?" Did he want to know?
Astrid laughed. "How do you feel about Ruffnut?"
"Not good enough for that." Hiccup said quickly. He didn't have to think about that one. Astrid was laughing, and he added, "I could go my entire life, and then another, and be totally okay with not seeing her naked."
He was thrown into his own imagination, instead of the innkeeper it was Ruffnut whose hands were groping Astrid's breast, moaning into her mouth, and webbing her legs with hers. He shuttered and tried to think about anything else.
"What?" Astrid asked, aware of how his mind worked. Her smile was wicked. Yes, she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Nothing." Hiccup denied, regardless. "The answer is still no."
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I'm not a lesbian and have never have sex with a girl so I don't know exactly how girl-girl sex works. I mean, have an idea, but it's like straight sex, you don't know exactly how it works until you've done it. I wrote this is a weird mood where erotic sex scenes sounded like a good idea.
