Another One shot, because I hatched it randomly and had to feed it to prevent it from eating me alive.

After a decade of marriage to Hiccup and their first two kids, Astrid reminisces on what their sex life has been like so far. She gets a bit detailed.

Sex with Hiccup was... good. Really, really REALLY good.

Oh fuck it, who was she kidding? After a full decade, "good" would be an insult if she used that to describe hersex god of a husband. She would need a list of adjectives to describe what sex was like with him...

Repetitive. In a good way. No matter how many times he ruthlessly destroyed her vagina with that gargantuan knob of his, they would always come back to each other for more. And when they did, it was like their first time all over again, except with less pain. She'd toss truthful comments on how deliciously big and fat he was, and though he didn't say it every time, most of the time he'd make a retort about how its like she was a virgin all over again.

Astrid. A virgin. The thought made her giggle. After these past years, she was certainly no whore, but with all the sex she had been having, the last thing she'd consider herself as was a virgin.

Virgin tight, now that's a different story. Just ask Hiccup.

Loud. Thankfully, their new home wasn't as cooped together with the other village houses as most were. The sounds of their lovemaking could rouse hibernating bears, especially her own. Alone in her room, before their marriage, Astrid was quiet, trying to achieve sweet release while avoiding waking her parents. Hiccup had made her squeal with those hands and his tounge, and as for the sex itself, it had unleashed her inner screamer. People approaching the house would know if they should wait on knocking or not just by the desperate cries of each other's names, along with other various obscene phrases. Thankfully, their two sons didn't mind much, as long as they toned it down a bit at night. They embraced the idea of their parents loving each other so much, the noise actually seemed to help them sleep.

One thing is for sure, they were heavy sleepers.

Filling. Put simply, he was huge. He crammed himself into every nook and cranny of her insides, stretched her out perfectly every time, worked her innards like molten metal and made her feel like it too. When he exploded, and boy did he explode, she could literally feel it, the sheer force of each thick squirt against her insides before it overflowed her. It was a wonderful sensation after being wrecked by him. Getting stuffed and cream filled by her husband was one of the best parts of her day.

Addictive. Yes, it had become a habit to enjoy an orgasm with her husband. Yes, she got less... docile when she had to go more than a few days without doing it. Yes, sexual thoughts about him were on her mind very often. Yes, some things she enjoyed doing were skipped out on for sex, like axe throwing or flying. Yes, their children did get less attention because of it. Were they addicted to each other? Most people in the village would say yes. But she got her chores done, still had fun doing other things, still gave plenty of attention to their kids, and still tended to the emotional needs of her husband, not just the physical ones, so surely it couldn't be that bad of a habit. Besides, a good round of sex, even a quickie, was better than even the finest meade or the most potent dragon nip ever.

Clarifying. Sex always seemed to make things better, at least between the two of them, especially with clearing their heads. Sex calmed angry arguments and relieved stressful tension from the day. Their sons could recall how most of their yelling, angry disputes ended quietly at first, followed by suggestive moans and sounds of lips smacking together. Afterward, they would usually zone it out as creaking began upstairs. Sex helped bring out emotions they were bottling up. When she was first pregnant, Astrid was desperately frightened, especially with the new types of herbs she had been given by some odd newcomer to the village who claimed to be a dead tribe's chief. She had unleashed her emotions after the lovemaking, literally crying into his shoulder. Sex helped decay sadness, of all the horrible memories they had. Whether they were weeping before or just feeling down, sex cheered them up. Always. It reminded them of their blessings of each other, their amazing children, their attractive appearances, rank in society, and most of all, their amazing sex life. Sex helped grant them inspiration, especially for her Hiccup, who had many times sketched something into his booklet after filling Astrid to the brim with his seed. Astrid would watch, her head resting against his shoulder as he drew, making random drawings of her own on his abdomen with a finger.

Enlightening. Not just for each other, but for others. They became the go-to couple when people needed advice on sex. Over time, they began to embrace that role in the village, especially Astrid, who gave people anatomy info or pointers on herbs, lotions and other things to help newbie couples get mind blowing results. Needless to say, when their eldest son found the love of his life, he had her singing in Tragonese easily.

Arousing. The endless teasing they would do to each other when they were busy drew memories of their many unions to their minds. When Hiccup would sneak a grope of her thigh or rear from behind, it reminded her how he could lift her skirt, force her pants down and rut her against the wall of any building he wished, as long as they could get a sliver of privacy. When she idly ran her hand along his bulge in the hall, it reminded him of the many times they had snuck in there and he would have her on her laying on her back on any one of the tables, furiously pounding at her nethers as she gripped the edges of it, holding on for dear life. They couldn't recall all of the times they had done it, it was just too often. However, it didn't matter because they were almost always ready to make new memories.

Oversatisfying. Yes, but this was by far an understatement and oversimplification. Some women were "satisfied" with their sex life, some "more than satisfied," but that didn't cut it for Astrid. She would use the words overindulged or spoiled. It was like getting to gorge on the sweetest ambrosia in the world with her bare hands, any time she wanted.

But even that paled in comparison to what she experienced. The teasing was first, usually at least, her senses drawn out with his miracle fingers to be ready and exposed for a full serving of sweet bliss. Then was the delicious burn of him stretching her, like of potent meade, accompanied by the delightful stuffed feeling and the sensation of tight friction. For her, it was always a quick flame to the final explosions. White hot esctasy pulsed through her loins first, coursing up her back and down her legs, rippling in waves and making her cry out to the stars while her whole body would be overwhelmed in a rush of hot, convulsing, squirting pleasure... then to recieve that again, and again, and AGAIN, until her insides were raw, muscles sore, skin slick with sweat and her lower regions soaked in her fluids... then shed get a soothing blast of his thick seed as he reached his own peak, like a reward for granting him the same bliss... then letting that happen all over again, this time with his potent load being sloshed about inside her, making her feel like a butter churn.

Yeah... something like this would definitely explain how some women became nymphomaniacs.

Tiring. Well, yeah. Who wouldn't be tired after such heated, vigorous activity? And she didn't even need to get that into it to have her cheeks flushed, oh, but when she did, she'd be panting like a bitch in heat, skin made pink all the way around her neck and sweat dampening her hair and skin. Sometime she would stay above the covers for a minute after the thorough exercises, trying to cool off because the room would feel like a stuffy furnace. With all the dragon riding she did now instead of walking, she had to make up for the unburned calories... and Hiccup made a great "work out" buddy.

Relaxing. People began to notice how both she and Hiccup seemed more cheerful during the day, when sex became a regular thing between them. Astrid especially noticed how her sleep was more restful. With all the sex they had, they got less sleep, yet they often woke in the morning well rested and ready for the day. His hands were amazing at working away knots in her shoulders and back, as well as unfurling the coil in her loins, and his pelvic sourcery (and huge staff) always ended up turning her to jelly. That, accompanied with the feeling of Hiccup laying beside her afterward, always put her to sleep. And almost every time, she would get a deep, flawless slumber.

Unless Hiccup would wake her up later for another round. Which tended to happen rather often.

Empowering. It was quite impressive the things she made him do with her own body. A simple reveal of skin or proper sway of her hips as she walked would lure his eyes to her like that of a predator. A few soft gropes in the right places would wake the tragon, making it swell eagerly to meet her. The way he would grip her tightly as she whispered into his ear of all the vulgar things she wanted to do to him, and how her kisses made him growl back at her was so invigorating. The raging excitement of pleasure when she had him deep inside her, making him squirm and buck like a tied down bovine desperate for sweet release... the feeling of victory when she finally would make him come undone within her (or on her) with a hoarse snarl and shudder, rewarding her with a thick, gooey prize... the way he'd curl around her after a long night, whether after sex or not, finding refuge in her company and loving embrace...

And best of all, how he would always come back for more under her spell.

Humbling. She hated how she loved the things he could do to her, and that they brought her to her knees ... how she would unconciously make lingering stares at his body as he worked at the forge for a little too long, nearly drooling at the sight of him, both from her mouth and loins... that his loving embraces made her melt, and the erotic ones made fire on her skin... that simple suggestive touches made her whimper and tremble... how his fingers could shatter her mind like the hammer of Thor... that his dick was freaking supernatural with the way it just mashed and grinded against every pleasurable center in her core while nearly splitting her in two every time... how the orgasms he gave her felt like flying to and from Valhalla in a constant cycle... how she felt proud to become a mess with his white seed splattered all over her and in her like someone dumped paint on her... how she was completely willing to take gallon upon gallon of his semen if it meant he could feel release... how she loved when he impregnated her with each of their gorgeous children, and still continued to take the time to fuck her brains out... how he was so completely awesome as a husband, friend, and lover, that she actually stooped to Snotlout's level and bragged about him...

It made her feel small in the world she lived in, knowing a person amazing enough to be her rival layed in bed with her almost every night... and got to be in her almost every day as well.

So... Astrid is a bit of a nympho of a wife. Anyway, I will continue on the next chapter of the actual story now that this is done.

ON A DIFFERENT NOTE, if anyone has some decent adjectives Astrid could add to her list, please PM or review and i may do another installment of this. And remember, I cant respond if its a guest review.