Astrid quivered in silent delight, holding back her sounds of pleasure as the smooth, stone tool worked her insides. It had only been a day since her pleasant first meeting with Hiccup's third arm (not including the prank war), and the memory of him at her mercy, throbbing and bucking into her hands and mouth, whimpering her name, begging her to free the tension of his loins...

"Hiccup," she managed the quiet whimper, thrusting her hips against the stone as she slid it between her legs vigorously. Her body contorted with the rush of ecstasy, trembling as a soft squirt of fluid was felt against her hand.

Needless to say, she was very riled up from theirtraining session. Astrid hadn't gotten her fair share of the pleasure, and was a bit irritated by that, but the training tools took care of the problem for now at least. They helped her ease the fire inside her much faster than her hands, and the sleep she had achieved that night had been much better.

Slumping back against her pillow, she remembered the sheer size of her boyfriend's endowment. The stone tool she was currently using was only three fingers wide, and she thought that was noticeably large. He was as thick as her upper arm. She would need to step up her game with these tools if she would ever be able to fit that monster inside her. And that would mean getting him to make something bigger for her, because the biggest tool she had was only a bit thicker than he was flaccid.

But that could wait for tomorrow. She cleaned herself up with the rags on her nightstand once again, as well as her new toy, before returning them to their respective places. She ended the night with a happy sigh, turning over and finally submitting to a deep, restful sleep.

The next day had begun much better than the paranoid day she had experienced. She had even gobbled down seconds during breakfast, even though it might make her sleepy later. All seemed great, until she had recieved the air mail from Valka.

Astrid, I think something is wrong with Hiccup. Please come talk to him when you have time. Preferably soon, though.

-Valka

Screw everybody else. Her chores could wait. She followed his mother's intuition, showing up barely a few minutes after dressing herself and feeding Stormfly.

Seeking more info on Hiccup's issue, she knocked on the front door instead of jumping through the roof like she usually did. She heard several whispers and some rustling before Valka answered the door.

"Astrid," she panted, "I... hadn't expected you to get here so quickly." To Astrid, it seemed pretty clear what she had been doing. A flustered face, tousled hair, that stray pair of panties visible on the table a few feet into the house...

She stammered, "I uh.. if you want, I can go to Hiccup through the roof. I just wanted to ask what I should expect."

Valka leaned into the frame of the door and sighed, "Hes been quiet all day and yesterday. I think he's stressed, but I don't know why. He never left the forge yesterday. Not even to eat. He hasn't gotten up today, either."

That certainly didn't sound like her Hiccup. Without a second thought, Astrid thanked her, and ran upstairs to see what was up with her boyfriend.

Valka shut the door, and limped back to the dining table. She quickly felt a large hand slide between her left arm and torso, firmly kneading her breast. She moaned softly, carefully trying to keep her voice down. Another hand grasped her thigh, and she suddenly was wedged between the table and a large, burly figure, with a massive potrusion meeting her rear.

She felt thick hair of a beard tickle her neck and a tounge graze her ear. A deep voice whispered to her, "Now, where were we?"

She whimpered, bending herself over the table, "Well, I was about to show you again that I'm still fluent inTragonese."

The deep voice chuckled, "Indeed you were." Her pants were quickly around her spread ankles, and large hands hoisted held her hips up easily until she was just barely standing on her toes. She gasped as she felt a massive bulb of flesh tease her dripping wet heat.

"Tell me what you want, Valka."

She bit her lip, bracing herself on the table, "I want you to drain that big tragon inside me. Please..."

"Granted." And with that, she yelped, gripping the edge of the table as the chief stuffed her like a Snoggletog goose.

Astrid knocked urgently on Hiccup's door, desperate to try and get away from the sounds of the creaking and whimpering downstairs, though she couldn't help but snicker at the clever "draining the tragon" phrase. No answer came, so she assumed he was still asleep. She opened the door as quietly as she could, peeking her head inside, and spotting him in his wooden chair, the side of his face resting on a page in a book. The candles held on the wall were fully burnt out, having gone too long for one night.

Astrid rolled her eyes. Typical Hiccup, always going beyond the norm for a project and doing crazy things, or in this case just foolish things, like spending so long working he passes out. She let herself in, closing the door behind her and letting the room block out most of the sounds of the chief and his wife downstairs.

The first thing she did in the stuffy room was open one of his window panels to get some fresh air in. After that, she looked around the room briefly, looking at the many papers he had pinned to the walls, before she eyed the sleeping boy. He looked so peaceful asleep, and she hated to wake him, but the way he was sleeping he was bound to drool over his book, and she knew that would make him panic.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, gently nudging him, "Hiccup."

He mumbled something incoherent, and she resisted the urge to smack him in the back. She tried one more time, leaning in closer and whispering into his ear before recieving a double slap surprise.

Over his shoulder she saw what was on the left page of the book he was snoozing on. On it was a the umistakable depiction of the female genetalia, with various lines pointing to the parts of it. Then she heard him say it...

"Astrrrid," he moaned quietly, still fast asleep.

Astrid felt butterflies twitch in her stomach as her cheeks began burning. At first she didn't know how to react. She had just learned he was studying female anatomy. Assuming "studying" could be the proper word. And now he was dreaming about her... and judging from that sultry voice of his... she rubbed her thighs together as an uncomfortable warmth began bubbling between her legs.

Great. Now she would have to take time out of her day to fix that herself, with Hiccup incapacitated. Huffing in irritation, she struggled to pick him up, finally managing to toss the thankfully slender man over her shoulder and haul him to his bed. He weighed more than he looked, nearly making her throw her back out while carrying him, but it is a successful mission, and soon he is splayed across his bed like he had too many drinks.

She suddenly realizes she should have moved the covers first, because now he's on top of them and she isn't willing to try again. The fact that Hiccup was on the covers was fine. It was the very visible bulge in his pants that bugged her, coupled with another slur of her name, followed with a "so tight" that made her consider waking him up to fix the problem he made of her loins. Her vivid fantasies flashed in her mind, and she tried desperately to ignore the growing dampness of her panties.

The very suggestive sounds downstairs were not helping. They were loud enough to be audible, and each creaking sound, every wanton cry and moan from the two lovers was just adding tension to her lower belly.

She sat down in Hiccup's chair, before the many drawings, trying to focus her attention toward them and away from her ache for Hiccup. She looked down at the anatomy book, closed it to prevent further distractions, and moved it to the side. Her eyes went wide at what she saw next.

Son of a bitch... There, in plain sight, were two pictures that were undeniably her, as naked as the day she was born. In the most erotic poses she had ever seen. She had never expected a picture of herself to look this majestic, so beautiful, and yet so damned provocative.

Was this what he saw when he looked at her? Or was this his imagination exaggerating what was real? It looked accurate... the breast size was smaller than what she really had, but her overall slender feminine figure was spot on. She never thought she could see herself as a daughter of Freyja, as Hiccup had called her quite a few times in the past. But looking at this picture brought herself a whole new perspective of her own beauty.

A sudden moan from Hiccup shot the thought across her mind that made her loins begin drooling.

Does he jerk off to these?

He had to draw them for some reason... and what better reason to do it than to help himself with his... tragon problems? It's not like a bovine can be expected to just hold all that libido in...

The image of two nights ago, returned to her head. Hiccup, hot, sweaty, pants down and his huge meat in her hands as he squirmed in pleasure finally threw her self control out the window. Everyone in the house was engaging in something sexual except Astrid, and it pissed her off that her Hiccup was one of them. The chief and his wife had been fucking like bunnies since Valka returned, and her boyfriend was probably dreaming about destroying her pussy and... draining that tragon of his inside her.

Hm. She was surprised she never used that phrase before.

Regardless, she couldn't wait to get home or go to the woods to take care of herself. She needed a good orgasm. Now.