Sorry I take so long... but Ive ctually been practicing my drawing, I want to turn this into rule 34 fanart. Anatomy and proportions= biggest bitch team ever
Astrid bit her lip as she let her body come to terms with her decision. Gods, this was so embarrassing, sitting in Hiccup's room, barely a few feet from the moaning, sleeping boy, with his parents audibly rutting downstairs...
It was also so damn hot...
And he was right freaking there...
And he never returned the favor from their little night at the forge, but had been studying for it for Thor knows how long...
She found her fingers lured to the beckoning call of her needful, throbbing heat, loosening the belt buckle of her skirt. She peered over at Hiccup, who was still splayed out on his bed, dead asleep but his tragon still fully awake, visibly straining his pants.
She circled one peaking nipple through her shirt and bindings, imagining it literally ripping through and springing forward for her like an obedient dragon from a cage, standing proudly as if it knew just how big of a creature it really was. Swallowing the drool forming in her mouth, she let her other hand slip into the waistband of her trousers, then into her panties, and that was when she realized just how horny she really was. The amount of warm moisture between her legs was already so great it was like she had already cum sitting in his chair. She cursed inwardly, wishing she had brought an extra rag, before sighing and working her fingers deeper toward her nethers, past smooth, hairless skin between her legs.
She wondered how he would react to seeing her fully nude for the first time. She had been upset at first when she gained almost no body hair throughout puberty, and it made her feel like an immature little girl. But then she had heard most men like it that way, and then all she could think of was how Hiccup's forgeworking fingertips would feel on such bare flesh...
A weak whimper escaped her as her fingertips brushed over the swollen nub at the apex of her inner heat, making herself squirm a little as she gently rolled it between her thumb and the side of her index finger. Images flashed through her mind of her hand wearing a golden ring on one finger. Another hand reached around her, batting her busy hand away and replacing it with its own thicker digits, gently tracing her throbbing clit.
Astrid muttered his name in a deep, quiet exhale, only to nearly jump in surprise by the actual Hiccup from across the room, who was apparently still very active in his dreams, "you like that, hmm?"
She absently continued to stroke herself, her eyes lingering on him for a moment, observing the the way he licked his lips in a manner that should have been illegal... before allowing her daydream to return.
The thicker, calloused digits of one hand grinded against her hardened nub while the other began to firmly work the roundness of her breast through her shirt. She bit her lip at the pressure on her peaking nipple.
Hot breaths were exhaled onto her neck, followed by a soft nip of teeth and then a provocative whisper, "You should know by now this is my job."
Astrid's cheeks were burning up, like the heated center of her loins as the fingers worked her towards the sweet precipice of release. Two slowly curled into her, dipping in with short, quick movements, making Astrid bite her lip as she felt the edge of the horizon coming. A third finger soon added to the girth, and her back arched with the approaching bliss seemingly at arms reach.
Memories of the night in the forge washed back into mind, of his thick meat in her hands as she serviced the future chief with her mouth. Oh, thesounds he had made... the sounds she had made him make... the lewdness of the sounds she was making as her head bobbed along his tip, sucking and finally gulping down his seed, thick like fine pudding and salty like melted yak butter.
Just a little more... she thought, persistently working herself in an impatient path to satisfy her needy organs. But she seemed to find herself stuck, just on the edge of release. Her soaking wet hand moved furiously, audible slick slapping noises coming from her pelvis as she tried to take that final step, but it never came.
She was there. Right there on the top of the cliff, but she couldn't fall. She looked down at her loins, frustrated. It was getting what it wanted, why wouldn't her stupid lustful body just get this over with and...
"Astrid?" Hiccup's voice was very clear now, not slurred and tired, but questioning and investigational. She looked up to see him, his wide awake and surprised eyes staring right into hers.
And right then, the wall of the dam she held up shattered, and she came. Hard.
- Author humbily requests critique. Sorry for the delay. Would like suggestions on where to go for the next chapters. I am considering having Hiccup go down on Astrid. Or her riding his face...