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Ladies and Gents this is where the smut really kicks in, and where they really need to trust each other. Do have a good time ;-)

Three

Hiccup was surely in Valhalla. All the noise, the panic, the constant drumming in his head, it had all stopped. Instead, he was floating inside himself and the only thing he knew was Astrid. The sight, smell, sound, the feel of her had replaced everything else and the only thing he wanted in all of Midguard was to be with her, now. It was incredible. It was amazing. It was liberation and if he had been able to form coherent thought he would have said he loved it almost as much as he loved her. Astrid's hands running up and down his back were strong and warm, making him groan and sigh with each pass. Then they were firmer, pressing relentlessly deep into his muscles and pushing the tension in them away until he moaned. The sounds fell from his mouth without his deciding to make them, loud, throaty, needy sounds and Hiccup would have been a little embarrassed except…Astrid had asked for them. So, when she slid her fingers up into his hair, pressing and pulling and sending his mind spinning further and further away, he gasped and panted out a trembling oath without holding back. Because that was what Astrid wanted.

He was so lost in the wonder of it all that he almost didn't notice when Astrid rolled him over, except that as he turned into the new position, stretched out, half naked, hands still tied above his head, he realised surely Astrid couldn't fail to notice his quite obvious arousal. Hiccup flushed. What would she think? He quailed inwardly. What might she do? But her next words blew away any doubts that might have settled.

"Oh you gorgeous creature, look at you. Such a treasure, and all for me. Aren't you? You're lovely, do you know that? So lovely. And look at this…"

Her voice was so warm, he felt wrapped in it. Cherished. And yet, that glint in her eye made such promises…. He was hard as rock and sensitive as Hel. The rasping of fabric as Astrid undid his laces was a torture, the cool air a shock, but Astrid's fingertip tracing his length, and he thought he would come undone there and then.

"Ohhhhh, Holy Thor," he hissed, "Oh gods…"

She smiled down at him.

"Now this looks like it needs some attention. Keep those hands where they are angel. Let me do this for you."

It was too much. Astrid had him gripped lightly but firmly in her hand, was smoothly working him up and down, each time twisting in the way she knew drove him totally insane and it was too much. Hiccup felt the familiar heat coiling tight in his belly and he panted desperately towards it, body taut and driving him onwards and onwards. Stretched out, with Astrid sitting across his thighs he could do little more than writhe under her, unable to search out any friction for himself but her hand was there, and when she ran her thumb across the slick head of his cock it was enough and enough and he was almost, almost, almost…and then she stopped! Astrid abruptly stilled her rhythm, he lost the moment, his heart was pounding and he couldn't help it, he whined, low and desperate.

"Oh, shush, you big baby." Astrid smiled and reached up to kiss him quickly on his panting mouth. "It's not going to be over that soon, you'll have to work harder then that. I want this to last, angel, for both of us. So you'll just have to wait. Can you do that for me?"

Mouth open, Hiccup found himself nodding. They'd done this for each other before a little, and he thought he knew what he was doing with this. More than that he trusted that she knew what she was doing. So, he could wait. For her. She quirked an eyebrow at his silence so he gasped his reply.

"Yes Astrid."

"Good, angel, good. So good for me." She leaned down to his ear and whispered. "Oh love, it's been too long. I am going to make you scream…"

And then set about proving that she could.

Hands and mouth she brought him relentlessly to the edge time after time, licking, sucking and stroking him almost to his peak and then leaving him dangling, helpless, unfinished and groaning to climb back down, only to begin her delicious assault again as soon as he was close to calm. His vision blurred, he was bathed in a thin sheen of sweat and he lost any sense of how many times she had almost driven him mad. There was nothing else in the world. It was merciless. It was magnificent.

"Oh love," Astrid sighed against his thigh as he panted away from the edge again, unaware that he was keening softly between breaths. It was all becoming so much, too much. He felt strung out and spacey, only her voice kept him steady. "You are amazing. Just look at you. So gorgeous, so desperate, and so good. You have no idea how much I am enjoying this, enjoying you. You're a marvel." She kissed her way up his inner thigh as he moaned and then licked teasingly deep into the crease of his groin, carefully avoiding his erection which bobbed with his panting, rigid and shining, exposed purple at the head. "You think you can't take much more, don't you? But you can. Because I say you can. And I want you to. All you have to do is what I tell you, angel, isn't that right?"

She mouthed sloppily around the base of his cock and then blew gently onto the wet, fevered flesh, smiling when he jerked and cried out and gooseflesh ran the length of his body. He'd barely recovered when the assault of her tongue began again, working slowly, torturously, up, kissing, flicking against his most sensitive spots, licking around the rim of his cockhead. His heart beat frantically in time with the feathery flickers but almost stopped as Astrid slid just his very tip between her lips and sucked gently. His whole body convulsed and he whined, achingly it was overwhelming and yet not quite enough. He stared at her desperately, willing her to finish it, finish him, and her blue eyes slowly rolled up to meet his. Hiccup knew he must look wrecked and her felt her take in every detail of his flushed face and gritted teeth, the naked need on his face. The exposure was total, and wonderful. In that moment, she owned him and she knew it. He could have sworn he saw her smirk around his cock and then her lips tightened as she drew him in again

"Hmmmmmm" she hummed, apparently savouring his taste. The vibrations spread down his cock and pushed him toward the edge yet again; he felt himself pulse and his hips tried desperately to writhe upwards but the way she sat held him pinned. Her tongue pushed into his slit, teasing and licking the soft hole. That was…it was…Colours flashed behind his eyes.

"Ah! Astri….Astrid! Oh, fuck…." Hiccup's voice cut off as he shook, clutching desperately at the rope in his fists, straining against the binding and pulling it tight until it burned his wrists, trying to ground himself on that friction as he arched under her again and again. Shudders wracked him and he rode them, willing himself to endure as pleasure built almost to pain, and then slowly became pleasure again. At length the peak flattened out, became constant, it was a pulsing, bright desire but one he didn't need to deal with. It wasn't his decision, when things would be over, and that was just - perfect. His shoulders were aching, and his cock throbbed like nothing he'd ever known, but it all just added to the cloud of sensations blanking his mind. He wanted to come, but he didn't have to unless she wanted it. He could manage. He could do it, do as she asked. In that moment, he finally, totally, gave in. Gave up. He was good, and he was hers. That was all that mattered. He groaned, long and loud and full of submission. Astrid lifted her head.

"Oh, angel, well done." Her voice was full of pride and his chest swelled with the praise. She pulled him back into her mouth and the waves rolled over him, washing him clean. When she spoke again her words stilled his breath. "I think you've waited long enough. Would you like to come for me? Come so I can watch you?" her hand encircled him again as she spoke, gliding slowly spit-slick from base to tip and setting him alight with teasing pace. Gently she squeezed and his intake of breath was almost a sob,

"Yes, yes, please Astrid…"

"Alright then, you can come."

She took him deep into her throat with a suddenness that had him screaming out and sucked, hard. The length of his cock pressed against the roof of her mouth, head probing at the back of her throat, her tongue rippling against the sensitive underside. It was wet, tight, intense and he was so so ready that when he felt her teeth graze against his shaft he was barely able to gabble out a warning. Astrid quickly switched to her hand again, flicking her wrist quickly two, three times and then he was crying out, muscles tight and coming so hard he was sure he would turn inside out. She watched avidly as he painted his belly with hot stripes and he felt her gaze claiming every inch of his skin. Holy fucking shit. Hands still clutching the rope he writhed as she took his climax and stroked him through it relentlessly until he cried her name.

"Nngh, oh, Astrid, Gods, oh, sweet Freyja singing, fuck, Astrid, fuck…."

Hiccup gasped obscenities incoherently. He was dizzy. Elated and exhausted. Chest blotchy and heaving he watched through half closed-eyes as Astrid sat up, expecting her to release him now. Instead, she crawled up his body, leaned forward and to his shock, pulled her underwear to one side and sank herself down onto his still-throbbing cock, engulfing him completely in her heat and softness. Gods! He'd never felt anything like it, he was so over-sensitive it was insane, almost hurt and yet felt right. He thought his heart might burst, even as his brain blanked. She smiled down at his wide gaze, moving gently, working herself minutely against him.

"That was gorgeous angel, so lovely. But I'm not done with you yet. I want you to do it again. After waiting so long, you can do that for me can't you? It's my turn now. I want you to get hard and come for me again."

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Looking up at Hiccup as he came, Astrid knew she could have stared at him all day. With his face flushed and hair damp with sweat, eyes half closed and lips parted he panted and cried. His hands were clenched and straining against the ropes he held and he looked thoroughly debauched, in fact, thoroughly fucked. It was incandescently wonderful. He was so godsdamned sexy, and all hers. Hers. Astrid's belly clenched at the thought and she couldn't resist. She wanted to push him, she had to have him. Without stopping to think she lifted her hands, crawled forward and sank herself onto him with a sigh. Hiccup yelped, and stared at her as she rocked him into her as deep as he could go. He was softening, naturally, but that could be fixed. It had been so long for them and his stamina had always been good…. she used the muscles developed by years of dragon-riding to squeeze and ripple against him, smirking at his gasp and the sparks that shot through her core.

"That was gorgeous angel, so gorgeous. But I'm not done with you yet. I want you to do it again. After waiting so long, you can do that for me can't you? It's my turn now. I want you to get hard and come for me again."

Blearily he nodded and she bent to kiss him softly.

"No rush angel, I'm quite enjoying myself up here…."

Pressing her lips to his again she licked into his mouth, claiming his tongue and drawing it out into hers, sucking it softly in time with the clenching her muscles made against his cock. Fuck, she had him at both ends, possessed him totally and the thought was so mind-bendingly hot that she groaned and convulsed tightly around him. He wasn't hard yet, but it would happen. Hiccup moaned and she answered him in kind, sighing into his mouth.

"I know sweetheart, you're so good. Aren't you good for me? Gods, I want you. Let me have you."

Sitting up to seat herself more firmly onto him, she pulled up a handful of bedsheet to give his belly a quick scrub, then ran her hands across his chest and down, scratching lightly along the hard muscles across his stomach. He jumped as she crossed a ticklish spot and Astrid lurched, tightened her hands to balance. Her nails bit into his skin and he gasped, eyes flying wide to meet hers. Intrigued, she relaxed her hands, slid them further down, then clawed them again. The groan that burst out of him this time was heavy with lust and his cock jumped inside her.

"Really?" she quirked an eyebrow, "We'll have to play with that properly one day then…." Her voice was dark with suggestive promise and his slid eyes half closed for a brief moment, before opening to hers again, a plea shining in the green depths. Wow, that was new. But what had Eret said? Read him, act on it. Okay, she could deal with this. In fact, part of her really wanted to deal with this, and he would tell her if she did it wrong. He still had his word and she knew he would use it if he needed to.

She set her face in a mock-stern frown.

"But look at you, too skinny, I can count every rib. That's not good, is it? You'll have to start eating again properly, won't you?"

As she spoke Astrid dragged one finger down his chest, bumping over each bone and pressing just hard enough to leave a trail. His only answer was a shudder and a breathy moan.

"I said, won't you?" One finger dug harder, leaving a sharp red crescent.

"Yes. Astrid. Sorry."

He shuddered again and his cock twitched, hard. Holy Thor, he was so responsive! She scrambled to hold her control, breathed deep.

"You like that don't you angel? Just a tiny bit too hard." Moving her hands across his torso, up his throat, down his outstretched arms, nails then palms, scratching then soothing, she left a map of red lines across his paleness. "Can you see that? Look at the marks I'm making." It was like writing her name on what was hers. Signing him. And he let her. And, if those shivers and sighs were anything to go by, liked it. It was heady, she was drunk with it. She circled his belly button, trawled a finger through the thin line of auburn hair which arrowed down towards his groin, buried in her.

"Anyone seeing these would know who you belong to wouldn't they?"

He grunted. "Yes, Astrid."

"Because you're mine, aren't you?" She bent down to lick against one pink nipple and he arched up.

"Yes, Astr-aaaaaah" His answer became a wordless groan as she bit down. Working the delicate nub in her teeth as he moaned, she had the exquisite sensation of feeling him grow back into full hardness, centimetre by centimetre filling her, in a dirty and delicious push. Ohh, Hel, it was, well, it was strange and new and fucking wonderful and she pressed down into it, taking him deep. Knowing that she'd done that, brought him back to that point so soon was almost more than she could handle. She felt powerful and so privileged. Groaning herself she cupped his cheek, ran a thumb across his wet bottom lip.

"Ohhh, angel, well done. I knew you could get there. Lovely. My turn then. You're all mine, and I'm going to have you now."

And with that she began to move.