Hello readers. No I'm not dead, just lazy and filled with writers block. Also been exploring other writing and drawing opportunities. Anyway, I'll be gone for years after early December, so I'll try to get more content for you. For now, enjoy some smut. Also, if you want to read the original, its still on my profile.

The moment should have been uncomfortable. Their gazes had locked for a brief few seconds, and she could clearly see the bewilderment in his face. But then the rush of electricity took her in the distraction, and she couldn't help herself. Her body contorted as she climaxed, hips bucking up against her hand while other took the wooden seat in a white knuckled grip. She shuddered in a keening moan, tossing her head back as her legs spasmed with the flowing ecstasy, thrusting against her working fingers with audibly lewd squelching noises.

With several last rocking movements of her hips, she relaxed back into the chair with a deep sigh. That was when she could finally feel the awkwardness. It was so thick in the air she could have made bricks out of it. She sensed it in the smell of sex and the coolness on her sweat slicked skin, and in how her oozing fluids tickled parts of her revealed pelvis and thighs, parts of her that certainly would never be considered "decent". The lack of words between them was drenched in it as well, filled with the soft pants of the tired girl.

Thor, she wanted out. She wanted to get away from this discomfort of his hot green silent stare that was peering through her lust filled soul, potentially judgemental and disapproving. But she just couldn't, as if his gorgeous emerald eyes had her pinned to the chair like Medusa in the roman stories. Seconds passed, each more embarrassing than the last. Her knees were subconsciously brought together within her leggings, trying to hide her nakedness and whorishly hungry loins.

"Uh," he stammered, his eyes still as wide as plates, "Am I still dreaming? This feels like a dream."

More dreadful silence. She tried to think of a wise crack to throw at him, and her eyes suddenly focused on the bulge running down his thigh. Gods, it was so big it looked like it was going to rip his pants any second.

"You mean like the ones that gave you that?" She asked, flustered, pointing at it like it was some otherworldly creature. "Would you like me to punch you and help figure it out?"

He blushed. "Okay, so not a dream then..."

Suddenly, Valka's hoarse moan erupted from downstairs, "Stoic! Oh Thor, so good..." and then something inaudible, muffled by the wooden walls.

Hiccup's lips pursed, closing his eyes in silent torment. Surely he'd be scarred for life if the vigorous thumping in the other room didn't cease soon. The last thing he wanted was to picture his parents nude, let alone fucking. "Yeah, definitely not a dream."

The sound of the room promptly died again. Astrid was getting tired of it. Humbly, she looked down at the loose leggings about her hips, and said the first thing that came to her mind. "I saw the drawings you did of me," she glanced over at the table, "and... the book you were reading."

He cringed, his blush deepening. Now he looked like the child who had been caught stealing cookies. "Oh... so... are you... you know, okay with me doing that stuff? Since you're my girlfriend and all?"

She shrugged, sympathetic to his closet activities. It wasn't as if she had been the most innocent maiden in the past few months. "Those drawings are really good." She gave a sly, almost innocent grin. "Am I actually that hot?"

He smiled, "You have no idea."

She smiled back, confidence reblooming, and stood up, removing her skirts the rest of the way and letting them drop to the floor.

"What are you doing now?"

A prideful sneer crossed her face, the awkward tension of the ice finally broken. "What does it look like? I'm getting a favor returned," she answered, kicking off her boots.

"What favor? Astrid, I don't think here is the best place for..." his words trailed to a halt as she pulled her leggings down along with her underwear, revealing the smooth, creamy white flesh of her slender legs. Her fluids glistened at the apex of her thighs, and the way it shined off the pinkness of her jewel made his jaw slacken.

She crossed her arms, seemingly oblivious to her exposure. "What do you mean what favor?" She huffed, "It was barely two days ago, Hiccup. And this time is as good as any other, since your parents seem to be pretty distracted."

A feminine cry of "I'm cumming!" rang hoarse through the house, and Astrid cocked her head and raised her brow, knowing her point had just been emphasized.

Hiccup stuttered, dumbfounded at the goddess slowly stalking her way toward him with a purposeful, provocative sway to her hips. His loins were roaring at him, desperate for freedom to make union with the beautiful vixen, and it seemed as though she heard its call with the way she bent over him in his bed, forcing her tongue into his mouth and grasping him through the stretched linen. He groaned, mind swarming with controversial feelings and thoughts as his tongue began to respond to hers, slowly engaging in a slow, yet intense dance. He had witnessed this blond goddess masturbating right in his desk chair, and her orgasm almost as soon as he woke up. She had been doing it right in front of him, while he slept, with his parents right downstairs, who could walk in at any moment once they finished up. She wanted him, wanted him badly, and he wanted her just as much, if not more. Yet the entire situation around them screamed taboo. The lustful cries of his parents downstairs made his lungs swell with anxiety, both condemning his cock and spurring it to begin dribbling fluid from the head. It was beyond the craziest, riskiest thing they had ever considered doing together. Perhaps that was exactly why he couldn't pull away.

"Besides," she muttered against his lips, before moving forward toward his ear in a sloppy half lick, "You weren't planning on using that research for anyone else, were you?"

He made a sneering chuckle, frustrated by her perverted gall and yet captivated by it. Since this was Astrid, his loving girlfriend, he struggled not to reciprocate her sensual affection, to claim her like he knew she wanted, to rut her into the bed frame until it shattered. Running his hand up the arm that stroked his monster, he wrapped the other around her hip and pulled her onto the bed, gaining a short gasp from her as his lips promptly smacked against hers. "We really shouldn't be doing this, at least not here," he chided, quickly warming up to her proposition, but still slightly grasping for control.

Astrid's eyes brightened with excitement, and she scoffed. "You said that before and you ended up blowing a load down my throat."

Hiccup's brow furrowed. "My parents weren't... in dispose ten feet away."

The statement didn't seem to phase her, her body relentless upon him as she groped and kissed him over and over again. He muttered against her, "What if they don't give you time to finish?"

"I don't care," Astrid stated defiantly, "I want this right now." Her hand gripped a little tighter around his cock, and she added a promise of insurance, "I'll be sure to take care of you later if this happens now."

And with that, he was broken. With all the blood pulsing between his legs, he didn't have the mental capacity or willpower to just refuse. "You drive a hard bargain, milady."

Astrid laughed, gesturing to the straining bulge, "You're telling me."

"Do you have something specific in mind?"

running her fingers through Hiccup'

"I do." She whispered suggestively, pushing him back down onto the bed. She crawled over him, smiling wickedly all the way, finally straddling his chest. "Lets see what good came out of that book."

Hiccup smiled up at her, "Sounds like a plan." He helped her shift further forward, looping his arms under her thighs and grasping each round ass cheek in his hands before settling his elbows down against the bed. He kissed her inner thigh as her pink slit came to rest mere inches from his face, before doing it once more and earning a soft sigh from her.

She grasped the headboard, as if it were the only things bolted to the ground, looking down to see his intense eyes upon her swollen mound. She bit her lip at the sudden realization that she never known just how hot he would look between her legs.

For a split second, she wondered what would happen if they were caught. The thoughts were shooed away like pesky flies almost immediately, and her nails bit into the headboard ever so slightly as he smooched the crook of her thigh.

Ive earned this, she thought to herself. A spark of wet warmth dashed up her spine, his next kiss catching her almost off guard. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished in the tiny sensation. A swipe of his tongue up the length of her entrance and around her clit made her shudder. "Oh, by the gods…"

Whatever she had intended to say was effectively drowned in a soft wanton sob, his lips closing around her aching nub. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was like kissing him, but so much more sensitive and driven forward by the maneuvering of his tongue. Was this what it had been like when she went down on him? All soft and sultry, sharp thrumming friction with every brush and stroke, each movement carving this new path for her toward sweet release…

"Am I doing okay?" The sudden absence of the warmth only seemed to flare irritation within her. Gods, she loved him, in all his chivalry, but sometimes he just seriously overthought things.

"Should I…"

"Don't stop!" She demanded, silencing him with an assertive grind against his face, smearing her slickness across his chin. She thought she felt him smile, the smug bastard, as his tongue crept up and into her, before sliding back over her clit.

She just couldn't resist the pull of the hot pressure his mouth brought, slinging her head back and slightly gyrating her cunt against his face. As if she were riding a dragon, she grasped for some kind of reins, if only for reassurance that she wouldn't fly right off him in some ecstasy driven explosion. Her fingers quickly found his hair, fisting it just as she had done to her own sheets while thinking of doing this with him.

But if she thought this was fantastic, she was in for a delightful surprise. As his mouth continued to delve its heated, wet magic upon her, his arm shifted underneath her, the sudden imbalance slightly uncomfortable for her, until his hand came up from underneath her and glided a digit against her hungry lips. The texture was different than her own, more callused, and as one slowly sank into her, the groan she emitted made it evident they were thicker, too, if only by a little.

"Gods, you're so tight, Astrid." Her neck craned back down toward his face, finding a smug smile upon it. He laved his tongue over her clit again, grinding his finger deeper. "Have you even tried using the tools I gave you yet?"

She huffed, leaning back a little. "They're too big. The smallest one is the size of my wrist."

His eyes widened, and she could almost swear she saw his face grow a touch redder. "That one was me soft," he said incredulously.

"I figured," she said, before moaning again as another finger, already slickened by her moisture, slid into her. "Ooh, that feels good."

"Yeah?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "More."

Hiccup took that as his signal to pull a dragon out of his hat. Sinking yet another finger into her, he adjusted his hand slightly, hilting his fingers at the knuckles. Then, he hooked his fingers inward, in hopes to tickle one of the mysteries of the feminine beauty that was Astrid.

He spent a good few moments there, testing her patience sunk right into her dripping wetness.

She tensed, the jolt