I'm sorry for not updating in so long, but this came to my mind while I had writers block and it put a gun to my head until it was written out. Next chapter to the first story is still in progress. This is just something I had to get out of my head.
An extension to the first story. More canonish, Hiccup and Astrid got married shortly after he became chief.
I come home to her tired, I can feel a headache coming on from all the issues that have been brought up with rebuilding Berk.
I havent eaten since lunch, and the air in the house still smells like it probably did during dinner time.
I dont care. I allow Toothless to follow me in as I go up the stairs to bed and he finds a cozy spot next to Stormfly near the fire.
I walk into our room and see her, quietly sleeping in both her nightgown and a tunic of mine. She is impossibly beautiful, this goddess with her blond air strewn out of her braid and across the pillow her head is resting on. It only makes it more unbelievable with the ring she is wearing, glinting in the light of the half burned candle she must have left for me. This isnt my wife. This is a goddess.
As I change from my flying suit to my home clothing and put away my fire sword, she shifts and I notice the jiggle of her chest. She is clearly not wearing any breast band, probably nothing beneath the nightgown.
I cant help but stare for a good minute or so, tempted to touch her body in ways that would make any willing woman squirm. The fact that I know she would be willing and even encouraging makes me grow down below to half mast and strain against my pants
My headache throws me in the opposite direction, and instead I blow out the candle, remove my leg, set it against the nightstand and crawl under the sheets and into bed next to her. I scoot forward until I am spooning her gorgeous form and wrap my arm around her gently. I cant tell if she wakes up, but her form willfully melts into mine until she is leaning against me on her side. I find comfort very quickly, and with this blond beauty in my grasp, sleep finds me just as fast.
No dreams pass in my sleep, yet I wake with a throbbing morning wood, tenting my pants and firmly nudging her lower left buttock. Its early morning, the sun has yet to come out but a light blue can still be seen through the window. Times like these I'm glad my love and I need so much less sleep than everyone else.
She shifts against me at seemingly the perfect time, making me groan quietly as she grinds against my member. Apparently not quiet enough, she stretches, giggling softly before pressing her rear against my groin. I gasp, my erection desperately trying to rip my pants as she reaches behind her, grasping behind my thigh and working herself even harder against me.
I kiss her shoulder blade, her neck, before slowly nibbling at her earlobe and making her whine. I reach upward, teasing a pebbling nipple between my fingers before firmly groping it, and she moans my name ever so erotically. I snicker, teeth around her ear before working my tongue into it.
She always thought anything beyond the edge of her ear was weird, and she squeaks, laughing again before turning her head and letting her lips mold to mine. Her hand moves to the back of my head, fisting my hair and mine to her cheek, caressing it while our tounges dance, working together and against each other at the same time. As we kiss, she moves my wrist from her face with her other free hand and down lower, under the covers and to the hem of her nightgown. A needful whimper against my mouth is all the signal I need, and I let my fingers slide up her bare thighs and lift her nightgown before meeting her warm, wet heat.
I smile as I realize their is nothing blocking my hand. She does this so often for me, wearing no underwear to bed to speed past the stripping and get to the much better parts of the foreplay. Like when I grind her swollen and moist nub between my fingertips. Like how I'm doing now, making her tighten her grip on my arm and moan against my mouth. As I gently prod her soaking lower lips with my fingers, she breaks our kiss, leaving two strands of saliva between our mouths.
"No," she whispers, tugging at the waistband of my pants, "None of that tonight. No more working. I want to ride you like a dragon, babe."
Simple and straightforward, just as she often is. Yet always so giving of herself, always ready to be the good wife to her hard working husband and chief. Always ready to indulge me when I am tired and thinking that this village couldn't be any more like a bunch of foolish children. Always being amazing.
I lay back and let her straddle my thighs, before seeing her remove the tunic and nightgown and tossing it onto the side of the bed. She frees her elegant, soft form, and I admire everything, nearly drooling at the sight of her naked body. She is slender for a viking, and her muscles are not very pronounced, but when I touch her, they are strong and firm under her skin. Her breasts are so soft, filling my hands as I squeeze them delicately.
She leans down, kissing me chastly before pulling down my pants. I help with a shift of my hips, and soon the hem has nearly reached my knees, my erection standing like a flag pole. Her eyes are wide and impressed, her grin excited and encouraging.
She still can't seem to get over how big I am, and I dont blame her. I am at least as thick as her upper arm, even though she says Im bigger despite the fact we never really checked. I mean the head itself is roughly the size of her fist. She was once called a size queen by someone, I think Ruffnut. She shocked everyone with the retort that she would wear that title proudly as long as I was the only size reference.
She grasps my shaft and begins to stroke it firmly, and I groan. She goes out of her way to "boost my ego" with a few complimenting words and a lick of her lips, "Such a well trained dragon. Knows exactly when I feel like going for a ride on this big boy." Her words are incredibly enticing, and by the time she is dragging her wetness up my member towards the tip, I am so hard it almost hurts.
As her lower lips make a dragging kiss upwards, I can feel how wet she really is. She leaves a moist trail along my member, so wet droplets of it begin to slide across the skin. When her sopping wet entrance meets the head of my length, she holds it in place, knowing with my size it wont just slip in like a fish into a dragons throat.
She curses, beginning to work the blunt tip into her folds with her weight. It hurts her, I know from her grimacing face, and the way her loins are flexing trying to accomodate me. After many joinings, though, she describes it as a pleasurable pain, like a deep tissue massage or a good stretch before and after a workout, so I do not try to stop her.
I grunt as she takes in the head, placing my hands on her hips and urging her downward. Her grimace turns into a relishing smile that comes with a bite of her lower lip and a delighted hum as she enjoys the feeling of me stretching her out. She clenches my shirt, inching down a bit before rising back up and and back down again, refilling herself with a gutteral moan. Twice more she does this, each time taking in more of me than before and surrounding me further in her soft, incredibly tight warmth. Finally, she consumes my entire length, seating on my waist, and I feel her quiver around me when my tip reaches the end of her cavern and works against those deep spots that drive her to insanity despite how me pressuring her cervix is usually uncomfortable for her. She sits there for a moment, impaled by my massive arousal and gives me the most seductive look ever, cheeks blushed, eyes half lidded and her mouth in a relaxed, open smile. She has conquered my dragon, yet again, and she sits with it deep inside her, the visible bulge and the feeling of being stuffed like trophies that were both hard won and well reclaimed.
Many, many times.
I squirm, desperate for more, and she leans forward with a eager grin, placing her hands down on my chest for support. I know this angle well, and prepare to be well ridden by this blond vixen.
She starts with a slow rhythm, knowing that with each movement I grind against everything, stretching each crevice, and thus her first climax will come easily and strongly from how long it has been. Sure enough, her movements become fast and erratic and her moans desperate within less than a minute. With a sharp cry of my name, she cums. Her walls undulate and tremble around me and a rush of fluid flows down my shaft as she rides me through the fullest extent of her release, before finally seating herself back onto my waist, panting and giggling. She never does last long between orgasms, but overall... Well, she is willing to let me take her for as long as I can last. Which can be a very long time.
She begins to move again in the midst of her post orgasmic bliss, whimpering at the increased sensitivity. I pull her down to me and kiss her, but eager to do her job, she sits back up at that hard riding angle and works back into a rhythm of her hips. Its much faster and more aggressive now, and those lewd, squishing noises and clapping of skin against skin can be heard from between us.
The early morning goes onward, our sounds and voices of passion echoing throughout the house. The number of releases she achieves is lost, but my shaft glistens like water in the moonlight and the lewd squishing becomes more of a wet sloshing, so we both know it was many.
Soon I gasp her name, and the urgent bucking of my hips is a clear signal to her that her objective is in reach. She grins wickedly and her motions become quick trying to draw it out of me. The timing is excellent, and she releases barely a moment before I do, our thrusts meeting each other with vigorous fervor. I snarl her name deeply, nails biting into her hips, inner muscles clenching and I erupt like a geyser, pumping out my thick semen into the depths of her welcoming velvet. She cooes as I unload inside her, enjoying the feeling of each massive, warm, and forceful squirt against her sore insides. Her orgasm subsides first, but she doesn't stop, instead keeping the same pace and milking me to give the biggest load she can get and the longest orgasm I can recieve. I give her every ounce of my cum I have, shuddering as the pleasure of her working my orgasm overwhelms me until I collapse back against the bed, spent of all energy.
Both our minds are hazy in the afterglow, and my vision is blurry for a few moments before I finally see the goddess sitting atop me, holding a fully sated smile on her face.
That expression I know too well. Its the umistakable expression of sexual satisfaction, of victory and happiness. Sexual satisfaction from the amazing serving of orgasms, victory of giving her husband a mind blowing orgasm in return and taking his massive load as a trophy, and the happiness of getting to share the afterglow with him and only him.
She remains there for a minute or so, before rolling onto her side next to me, and the next few minutes are routine. She cleans herself with one of the washcloths we keep under the bed, then, true to her word, she cleans me to keep me from doing any more work. Finally she sets the cum soaked rag onto the nightstand, and makes herself comfortable using my chest as a pillow. I can't help but thank her, for this wonderful service she has done for me, and she sees that I mean much more than the sex.
Her next words nearly make me cry, "To think I got to fall in love with the most amazing guy ever."
To her, I am amazing in every sense of the word. She trusts me, with everything she holds dear, and I her. She is beyond what I could ever have thought to have. She loves me as both a friend, husband and lover, and is beyond what I ever could have expected to have to myself.
Having and being with this woman, Astrid Haddock, is my new official definition of luck.
For future reference, I cant answer your questions If you ask as a guest. Beyond the first story, there will be other one shots like this and some other stories, focusing on Astrid and Hiccup. Mostly. I might toss in a Stoic x Valka one shot and something with Valka and an OC of mine. Might get Toothless laid too.