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--Rape, Slavery, Spousal Abuse, Suicide Attempts, Kidnapping, Sexual Torture, Physical Torture, Incest, Alcoholism, Murder, Self-depreciation, BDSM, Statutory Rape, Victim Blaming

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Everyone has a right to their own opinion. It is called the freedom of speech. If we don't have the freedom to express our own opinions, people would be killed for a differance in oppinion, and the truth would snuffed out for a popularity contest and the world would be stuck in the dark ages. I will not take your this right from you if you don't take it from me.

Chapter 1: SVH

It's the middle of a raid, one of the last of the year, and the dragons are attacking with an unusual intensity. There are more dragons today than any raid in the past ten years, and my wife is being as stubborn and embarrassing as ever. As beautiful as ever too, might I add. She won't stop insisting that these devils are something more than bloodthirsty beasts. They steal, they kill, and they destroy everything they touch. Our people have been fighting them for ages. Twelve generations and we are still fighting these beasts. How could my wife believe that they are sensible creatures when we have all this proof to the opposition?

I was about to take off a Nadder-head's head when I heard a baby crying and turn to realize it was coming from my house. It is then I realize that I had not seen Val in fifteen minutes, and she must be in the house with our now crying child. I run to the house, hoping that a dragon hasn't found them, and when I reach our son's room, my worst fears have been realized. As I look passed the door, I see a tall, quad-winged, owl faced dragon* staring at my wife. I throw my axe within inches of its face and it rears back and breathes its fire at me. "Valka, Run!" I scream at my beloved. She ran to our little Hiccup and grabbed him out of the cradle, and just as I thought the dragon was going to kill me, I saw her run up and cry out to it. It turned to her, and for a moment, it looked like it was almost apologetic if I didn't know any better. the next moment, that dragon grabbed my wife and infant son and flew off as the raid was coming to a close.

I never saw that dragon again. I can only hope that my wife found a way to kill that beast before it killed her. One thing I can tell you, though, is that ever since that day, any dragon that we have captured has only remained in the arena long enough for us to train our next batch of young warriors, and just before the final, it is as if they were never there to begin with. I would walk out to check on the dragons before the final, and all I would see is the main gate wide open and the doors to the cages are taken off their hinges. The weirdest thing is that there are no blast marks, no scratches, and no sign of the dragons breaking free. It's as if the dragons were set free from the outside. And starting about two years ago, someone new is taken away every season. We cannot seem to put an end to it, and we've lost so many already. I fear that soon, there will be noone left.

"You ready, boy?"

I watched as my boy nodded his reply to me as he leaned forward on the dragon that all vikings feared. I never will understand how the boy became friends with that dragon, and it was just last year that they became blood bonded like myself and the Storm Cutter* I am currently standing on. They can understand each other, and they can no longer live apart from the other's side.

He wears all dark leather, soft deer hide for mobility as the under layer, and to cover the other parts of his body, he wears a strong top layer of yak skin and plated all of it with his dragon's shed scales. At night, he almost perfedtly blends in with the dark scales of his friend, and the saddle he made to keep up with his blistering speed is just as dark as the leather on his back. He is thin, but strong, and now almost as tall as I. He looks so much like his father. If it weren't for the fact that I could never fully love the man, even when I was with him, I would have just about gone back in those first few years. Now I find love in another man, and together, we work to free the dragons from selfish, hateful viking hands.

I nod back to the boy, though it is plain to see that he is not a boy any longer, and we go into a dive in the domplete darkness of the night. This will be the forty-first time he's come with me into Berk, the home he never knew, and I have a feeling that this will be the sixteenth time we bring another girl back with us. The reason? The man I fell in love with realized he wanted children, but by that time, it would be foolish of us to expect that I could bear them. I am already in my mid-forties, and though I am still going through my cycles, even if I conceived, I would most likely lose the child or the chkld would kill me.

We pull out of our dive just short of the dragon training arena, landing softly and quietly by the front gate. I stay with Cloudjumper, my own scaled friend and the very dragon who took my son and I out of this living Hel hole twenty years ago. My boy does hate for me to leave my dragon's side lately. He says that he would rather I be safe and able to get away quickly should anything happen, and it seems Cloud agrees with him, because the first time he started coming with us on these trips and he asked me to stay by Cloud's side, the dragon never let me off his back. Instead, I sit and watch as my son hopsoff the black-scaled reptile, walks up to the gate lever and points his dragon inside to calm the others of their kind as they are let out, then moves to pop the hinges off the doors.

He's grown so strong over the years, I can't help but thing as I watch him wedge the bolt out of the hinges. At first, when he was just a young child, I feared he would never grow very strong due to his extremely small stature, but now I know that it was meant to be. He isstill slight, but he is frightfully strong and his body is the perfect form for the speed and agility of his Night Fury ounterpart. I can't help watch him and think of the night we had last night. Thinking of those powerful arms wrapped around me and his powerful legs holding me up as as my own gave out beneath me. I can still feel his strong core under my hands and smell strong scent of wind, leather and metal over the slight hint of cod. That Night fury always gets that smell all over him, it's infuriating. I suppose I can't hold it against him though. It's just how he tells other dragons that my boy is dragon property in case he is not around and my boy gets into trouble with another dragon.

All of the cells are open now, and my son gets back on the black dragon as the last of the staged attack comes to a close. we send several of the dragons from our nest to 'attack' the village every time we do this, and every time, the village is so focused on bringing down the dragons that they can't even reach that they never notice that the dragons in the arena are gone until two days later when all the repairs are done. It's pathetic. "You ready?" I hear my son ask. I nod and he once again leans forward in the saddle.

We are about to take off when we hear someone coming in our direction, and added little perk to the blood bond. His dragon gives a short roar to the rescued dragons to tell them to follow the other dragons as they leave and take off while we wait to see who is coming. It is a simple agreement between us that if it is a girl, we grab her, if not, we knock him out and grab one from the village before we leave. Luck seemed to be on our side, because a young woman, about my boys age, came over the hill and called out to us. "Hey, who's there?! Come out of the shadows and show yourselves!" The girl yelled and I watched as my son crouched even lower to the saddle than he already was and the Night Fury beneath him lunged forward at the girl. Cloud took to the air at the same time, and in seconds, my son and I were heading back to our halfway point between here and the nest, a female out cold in front of my son on his saddle.

We didn't start with the idea of taking so many young women. It started with only one, a young maid grabbed from a neighboring village to Berk. She was a nice young lass, strong, capable, but it didn't last. We enjoyed her company and she did give us a fine young girl, but my son's infatuation with her died down and she was left as a fling that we take care of in return for her care of our daughter. We still have fun with the women though. We found a certain joy in making those girls scream in pleasure, crying for a release when they know they wouldn't see it for hours on end and only when we think they have had enough. I even find myself enjoying the sight of him walking away from them and letting the cool off, tied to the bed in their chamber in the nest, only to come back minutes later and take them from behind. it is only after these trysts that he and I would go to our own chamber and find true enjoyment in each other.

We are about half way when I hear my son call, "Hey, woman," to get my attention, and I look over to see the girl is starting to wake up. She is barely able to gather thought at first, but I can see the moment when realization enters her eyes and she looks to me, then to my son before she starts screaming and shoving at my love's chest, trying to get out of the saddle. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I heard my son say as he sat up and pointed down. She looked down and her demeanor instantly changed. She shrieked and pressed herself against his chest and my love started laughing at her reaction. I started to laugh too. It would never cease to amuse me the way these women reacted to their first time on a dragon.

"Relax," my son said nonchalantly. "It's not the dragons you need to worry about."

"Then what should I worry about if not the DRAGONS!?" she said as she looked down again.

"You're hugging him," he said simply and her eyes shot up to his mask-hidden face.

"W-what are you going to do with me?" she asked with some hesitancy in her voice, and I could tell that she was trying to stay calm and keep a brave face, even though she was failing miserably.

"I'm going to make you mine." That was the last thing that was said until we landed at the island and I left to get the things we would need for the night.

It's been five years since I started going with my 'wife' on her trips to rescue the dragons, and just under that since my dragon and I defeated the alpha of the nest near where I was born. Since then, the vikings would still capture dragons and to give us the opening we need to rescue them, we would stage a raid with our own dragons. Sure, they have noticed that the raids are less frequent and less damaging, but we still make certain that we leave enough damage so that they don't ask questions. The women we take from the villages, however, are another story.

We only started taking the girls about three years ago, but it wasn't until two that we started taking them the way we did. This one in particular seems like she will be quite the talkative one once the adrenalin is out of her system. I will quite enjoy breaking that out of her. There is only one person that I actually enjoy listening to and that is Valery, my wife (mother).

I don't really notice my love for her until seven years ago when I was thirteen, and I didn't act on it until after my battle with the alpha where I almost died. I was nearly crushed when my dragon's saddle burned off and I was sent flying, and the only reason I survived was because he was able to catch me before I entered the flames. It was because he could not spread his wings for fear of me being burned that he broke his left tail fin and my own left leg was caught in the flames that burned off the saddle. My mother feared that they would both be lost, but Toothless's tail healed almost to full strength and thanks to his saliva's cleansing properties, all that remains of the burn on my leg is a nasty looking scar.

And a limp.

The first thing I did when I woke up was pull her down to me by the hair and kiss her. She avoided me all she could for about a week after, and when she finally stopped avoiding me, it was the middle of the night, I was asleep, and all of a sudden, I woke up to morning wood and a naked woman sitting on her knees with her legs spread to either side and her head down. I didn't know how to react, so I pulled her to me and started kissing her like my life depended on it, and at that time, it felt like it did. She and I were together for two years after that before I brought up the fact that I wanted kids and she told me about her age and the dangers that came with it, how hard it was on the body to bear a child, that it could kill her. After that, I refused to take the chance and she thanked me for my understanding.

About a moon later, one of the dragons saw a young girl in the village dungeons*. She had long black hair and bright green eyes, and without our notice, the dragon grabbed her and flew off. It was not until we made it to the halfway point that we realized she was there and she begged us not to take her back. It was about a week after we got back and my mom suggested that she was the perfect chance to give me an heir, and I realized that she was right. The only problem was that I had no idea how to bring it up, or how to convince her to be our surrogate.

It took another week for me to figure out exactly what I was going to say, and it would only take a few small minutes to get what I wanted out of her. I walked to the chamber that she shared with the dragon that took her from the island dungeons and called, 'Hey.'

'Hey,' she said back. 'Can I help you with anything?'

'Actually, yes. You can.' I said, and as I never called my mother as anything around people but my 'wife,' I said, 'My beloved, she is very old now, and we cannot have a child for fear that it would kill her. I do not wish to burden you with this, but would you be willing to help us with this request?'

'You want me to bear your child?' she asked in shock. She seemed almost disgusted with the thought, and I had a feeling that she would be even more so by the time this conversation was over.

'Please?' I asked. 'All we want is a child,' and at that point, it was true.

'I... I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't. I understand why you would want a child, I do, but I can't do it.'

She was slowly backing away as she said this. Fear. Good.

'May I ask why?' I asked as I stepped closer.

'I... I was hurt badly while I was at Outcast Island. My mother and father were killed. The only reason I was spared was because Alvin, their leader, thought I was pretty! He used me as his toy. Please, don't make me do this?' So that was why she was so scared of us sending her back. 'Please?'

I sighed and walked forward, putting my hand on her shoulder and my mouth next to her ear. 'I didn't want to resort to this,' I whispered in her ear and her eyes widened as she looked at me in terror, 'but you will do this for us, or else you will find yourself once more sitting at the feet of Alvin by tomorrow morning.' She scrambled away from me and fell to her bed, a simple pile of furs on the floor, and I knew that I had won. 'Do you agree, or do I prepare to send you back to Alvin?'

She nodded emphatically and I told her to 'Speak,' rather sternly. 'Yes!' she cried out in fear. She had tears in her eyes. 'Okay! Yes. I'll do it. Just, please, don't send me back there?'

I nodded and said, 'Tell me when you hit your next moon's blood. I'll try to keep it as brief as possible, and don't lie to me. Even if I don't notice, my dragon will tell me. Get some rest!' I called out as I left the chamber, catching a glimpse of her pulling her blanket over her and huddling up in the corner. This would indeed be interesting, I thought as I walked away. One week later, she was having her moon's blood, and the week after it started, my mother and I started going to her chambers every night in attempt to force conception of the child that my mother and I couldn't have. She was accommodating and allowed me to take her as I pleased. She was crying half the time, and the other half, she was screaming the name of what I guessed was possibly a boyfriend before she was captured by Alvin.

At first, all I did was have sex with her. That's all it was was rather meaningless sex, but as time went on, my mother continued to try and convince me that I should at least try and have fun with it, so I did, and boy was It ever fun. About the seventh day in, I pulled the girl down with me and told her I was going to try something different, and before she could get over her shock and fight back, I had her hands tied above her head and my hands were torturing her body with the erotic slide across her chest and delving into her mouth with my own. That was my first night of heated sex with someone other than my love, and it turns out that it was wonderful for all in the room, well, except for her. By the time I was done with her, she was whimpering and begging to let go, so I released her binds and ravaged her quickly and she still came before I did, which never happened.

She had looked up at me with glazed eyes when she came out of her haze just enough to realize what I had just done. I was on my knees, right on top of her, and she was open for the world to see while I still had most of my clothing on. I brushed my hand over her and caressed her face with the same hand as I moved to get up. She grabbed my wrist while I was still on my own high that I had gotten from the power I asserted over her and I whipped around and sternly said, 'What?'

Flinching at the ferocity of my voice, she slowly removed her and as she asked 'What was that?' in a quiet and timid tone.

'That... was pleasure,' I said in a dark tone and walked out with my 'wife.' After that, we went to our own room in the nest and had our own night of passion. She was already soaked when I undressed her. It was that night that I realized she enjoyed my finding pleasure where she could watch all of it. I drove into her so hard that night. It was beautiful, and she was beautiful, and I couldn't wait to bury myself in her and take all that she offered. She blossomed under me, and I loved it... Loved her. We spent a good three hours just getting as much pleasure as we could out of each other, and when we were both almost spent, I held her in my arms and loved her until a few hours before the sun came up. We then slept in, clear to midday, and only got up when we had to check on the injured dragons.

In that half moon, she concieved a child, and my first daughter was born ten moons later. It was during that time that I started to grow tired of her. I stopped enjoying her reactions when I took to her bed, and my mother knew she would soon become a taker of unwanted space had it not been for our unborn child in her womb. She was welcome to stay so long as she helped raise our daughter, but if she messed up, she would be dropped on the mainland to try and start a new life for herself in a place where she didn't know anyone and no one knew her. Granted, her dragon, a Razor-whip, would naturally follow her, but we never taught her how to ride, so she would be on her own and have no way of finding her way back bar teaching herself.

It was only a few moons after my daughter was born that I could no longer stand to lay in her bed. By that time, I already had an extensive knowledge of what my mother and I liked to do and watch be done to the girls I bed, so I knew enough to have a hook installed high on the wall in her room that was almost impossible for even me to reach. It couldn't be pulled out by any normal means, and it was a good way to dish out punishment or pleasure for myself whenever I wanted. I found that I was rather efficient with a strong, home braided yak-whip, and well versed in the art of using a wooden paddle. I could even make her squirm from pleasure at the use of such means, but as I said, I had grown bored of bedding the girl.

As the moons of her pregnancy went on, I slowly visited her less and less, and at the end, I spent most nights in my mother's and my room only finding pleasure in each other. She could tell that something was wrong, and it was on a night just after the birth of our daughter that she brought it up. 'Is there something wrong?' she asked me.

'No,' I said, choosing to look at carvings I had made on the ceiling rather than at her bared form.

'Don't give me that. You have been ignoring that girl more and more lately, and you have barely been paying attention to your normal duties. The only thing you really seem to find enjoyment in is our time together, so what's wrong?'

I sighed and turned my head from the carving of our dragons playing together in favor of looking at the lovely form of my mate. Smiling at her, I leaned over and caressed her gentle face, knowing that I could no longer hide my throughts from her. 'I don't know what's wrong. All I know is that I just can't see myself next to her anymore. I try to picture it and all I see is an ugly, pale hide wrapped around nothing but bones. I fear that if I try to spend much more time with her, I might just kill her.'

My lover frowned at that and took on a thoughtful look with her brows drawn together and the cutest little dimple forming at the inside corner of each brow. What she said when she was finished thinking was not what I was expecting though. 'I have always been curious what it would feel like to be under that whip of yours. You could try it with me if you want.'

'No!' I snapped. 'Absolutely not! I don't want you to ever have that directed toward you. No way.'

'Why not?' she asked, once again offering her thinking frown, though this time with a hint of sadness behind it.

'I can't trust myself to put you under the whip.' I said, pulling her into a hug and nuzzling my head against her soft chest, trying to cuddle her close to me and reassure her that it had nothing to do with her. 'I've lost control too many times with that whip. I can't remember how many times I have broken the skin on Heather's back, leaving long wounds that hurt her for days after, simply because I couldn't control my desire to hear her screams. I can't let that happen to you,' I started crying softly. 'I can't.'

'Shh, shh. It's okay. I understand. it was just a thought. I won't pursue it further,' she cooed and soothed, trying to bring me back to reality instead of the thoughts of her face on the images I had seen many times before. Images of the dark haired girl in the other chamber, curled in on herself, crying and staring at me like I am some sort of monster. I suppose I am. After all, it takes a special kind of monster to love your own mother the way I do, taking her to bed, marking her as my own with bite marks left on her neck in the heat of passion, and still forcing another girl to bare all of my dark desires along with my child. I knew I was a monster, and it made her next suggestion all the more easy to accept. 'We will get someone else. You don't have to put me under your whip if you don't want to. The next time we go out, we will grab someone else, and we can bring her back here and do the same thing we did with Heather.'

'Really?' I asked in shock that she would suggest such a thing, even though I was already considering it.

'Of course. We can take as many as you want. All I want is for you to be happy, just for you to be happy. Everything else is meaningless if you don't have a smile on your face.'

That was when I realized exactly how far she would go for me. She was willing to give me anything I wanted, anything, as long as it meant I was happy. 'I feel the same way about you, mom. If you want anything, just ask and I will give it to you. I will give you the moon and the stars if that is what you want, all you must do is ask.'

She leaned closer to me, burying her face in my hair, and I heard her whisper, 'Just once?' I knew instantly what she meant, and after what I just said, I knew I had no choice but to give it to her. I nodded into her chest, and then pulled her in for a kiss.

~~~Incest~~~Bondage~~~Sexual Torture~~~Whipped Into Blissful Oblivion~~~

She pressed closer to me, and I moved one hand down her collar bone. She moaned at my touch, and slipping my tongue into her wonderful mouth to explore every nook and cranny, I moved my hands down her arms and pulled her wrists up above her head and into one of my hands.

She continued her vocality into the kiss as my left hand ghosted down ths underside of her arm and down her waist and hip, all the while pulling my knees further under me. Shuddering and squirming under my touch, I could tell she had no idea what I was doing. I pulled the slip knot out of the thin cord I kept tied around my left knee just for moments like these and slowly trailed my fingers back to her wrists, tying the cord around them just tight enough to keep them together while just loose enough to keep them together while just loose enough to not hurt her. I then tied the leftover cord around the heavy drawer handle on the stone chest we had just above our bed.

I sat up on top of her, smirking at her need as she tried, only to realize what it was I was smirking at. Her hands were tied fast to the chest, and she was frowning at me for my trick. 'Let me go,' she said, pulling on her binds.

'Mmm~,' I hummed as if I was contemplating it. 'No,' I voiced, starting to play her body like a harp. She moaned her pleasure at my action as she pushed back against me.

'Please!' was her cry as my other hand trailed down. She was enjoying it, I knew, even through the slight tinge of fear in her voice. I only shook my head at her as she looked up at me with pleading eyes, bringing my hand lower, finally stopping just short of where she wanted it. She couldn't move her legs for the fact that I was sitting on her knees, and she was writhing under my touch, body begging for more as her voice begged me to stop. She knew that if it truly became too much for her, she could always call for her dragon and I would stop.

It had happened only a handful of times before, but every time, it had broken through the haze I had found myself in and I would stop, letting her go and walking away, horrified at what I had done. She would always comfort me once she herself had calmed down, and we would always make sweet, intimate love long into the night when it had passed.

I truly was a monster, but I was her monster.

When I felt she was just about to break into the realm of bliss, I pulled away from her and walked to the other side of the room, leaving her writhing in want for my touch and begging me to let her break. she would not be given that blessing, however. She had asked for this experience, and I would give it to her.

I walked over to the wall by the door to the chamber where I hung my whip, something I carried with me any time I was not in my room. It had become something I found quite useful, not only for my time with the girl in the other chamber, but also for self defense when I am forced to come face to face with vikings that are stronger than I or dragons that had gone feral and could no longer be calmed with words or actions. Plus, with the precision I had gained in using it, I could now strike the beasts just right to disarm them instantly, be they dragon or Viking. I could then easily get close enough to knock them out long enough for me to get away and back to my dragon.

I grabbed my freshly waxed leather whip off the wall, putting the coil over my shoulder, and slowly walked back to where my mother lay, still writhing on the bed with soft whimpers and trying to free her hands from their binds. She knew it was pointless. She had seen me tie those knots hundreds of times before and they never came loose. She is the one who taught me how to make them, after all.

I pulled two more cords from my knee and slowly tied one around each ankle, letting them hang from her feet as I untied her hands binding from the chest and pulled her off the bed. She fit snugly against my chest with her bound arms between us by this point in my life, her only a few inches taller than I. As she shivered in my arms, I led her over to the door that led to the room we stored our clothes in. 'What next?' I heard her whisper as she trembled in my arms, and I pushed her away just enough so that I could give her a chaste kiss before looping her hand bindings on the hook above the door.

'Next,' I murmured in a low, rumbling voice, 'I will give you exactly what... you... asked... for.' She quaked in my hands, and as I turned her around and trailed them down her sides to her feet, she begged for me. I tied the loose cord around a small nail at either side of the door, perfectly spreading her legs for me, and I stood back up to see her head hanging back between her arms in bliss. Her hair was spread over her back like a fiery waterfall of red flames licking her pale skin. I couldn't resist scooping it up and taking in her scent before grabbing the last cord on my leg and tying it up in a messy bun, tight enough that it was unlikely to come loose.

Licking and nipping at the mark I had left on her nape earlier that night, skimming my hand up her right arm, I removed the coil from its place and ran the handle up the inside of her thigh. 'You're ready for me. You want this, don't you?' I said as I looked at her and the whip. Vikings have teased me for using something that was meant for cattle or the punishment of slaves, but they quickly learned that it can be more effective than any weapon at mid- to close-range.

Turning her head and groaning out her frustration as she watched me, a cry of 'Please' fell from my mother's lips. I obliged and stepped back from her, completely unraveling the leather cord and preparing for the first strike.

The first lash to Heather's back was rarely gentle, but I would never hurt the love of my life, so where hers was usually strong and quick, this one was languid and soft, the tip barely brushing her back. She jumped, stiffening and attempting to stifle a whimper as she reflected her fear that it would be the same as when I did it to the girl, but when she felt that it was not, she relaxed a little, and when she realized that the second and third were the same, she visibly let down her guard. After that, I put a little more weight into my swing at the fleshy spot just beneath her ribs on her right side. It was not enough to break skin, or even to hurt, but it did offer enough contact and dig to bring a small, shocked hiss from her mouth and a slight tension to her shoulders.

I put the same weight behind the next few swings, aiming at the tension in her muscles, and as the stings started to fade to warmth and her body accustomed to the weight of the leather, her muscles relaxed and welcomed the light pain.

Her entire back was turning a wonderful shade of pink, slowly becoming red as I continued, and her moans were beginning to reach my ear. I was slowly building up the weight, keeping myself grounded by watching her muscles contract and relax and giving a short pause of half a second between each swipe to judge how she was accepting it, and as the strength behind the swing rose, the volume of her pleas were growing with them. It was a beautiful sight, her flesh red, her head lolled back, hair slowly falling from the bun I put it in.

As I worked her over, I spoke to her, telling her in great detail exactly what I saw and how that pleased me, how her body was turning red from the abusive draws of my whip, how I wanted to lap at her backside to sooth the heat, nip fire through her beautifully red flesh, how her moans made me ravenouse for her body and her cries made me want to kiss the pain away. Each one was accompanied with another niper and an even louder moan as she trembled under the visual my voice was creating. By the time her moans turned to screams of pleasure, I was in more pain than she was, and all I could think of was how much I loved her and how I would love her body through her sub-space until she came back to reality.

~~~Safe~~~

After thirty minutes, and with little warning, she hit her breaking point. Her pleasured screams turned to soft, dazed whimpers, her head went slack on her neck, and her entire weight fell on her wrists as every muscle she had went limp.

I dropped the leather from my hand and made my way quickly over to my mother and swiftly untied her feet from the nails. I then carefully lifted her just enough to pull her hands from the hook before taking her into my arms, her own around my neck, and carried her to the pile of furs acting as our bed, kneeling to my knees and lowering her to the softness on the floor. Trying to stand up to make my way to the other side ofthe bed proved impossible, as my mother had a vice-like grip on my neck, so I slowly made my way over her and curled up against her on my side of our bed, pulling a fur over us to keep her sweat coated skin warm.

As I lay down, she pulled me closer, refusing to give up an inch of space between us, and I knew that my 'problem' would not be solved any time soon. Instead, I relaxed against her and spoke soothing nothings in her ear as I released and carded her long hair through my fingers and cut the rope from her hands with a small knife we kept under the stone chest. I was careful not to cut her delicate hands as I cut off the knot, and I heard her gradually begin to whimper as tears fell onto my chest.

'I love you... so, SO much,' I barely heard from her beautiful lips as she cried into my chest, her arms now wrapped around my torso and her body shaking in my hands.

'I love you too, mom. More than you know.' She shook when I said this, and her cries became slightly more audible.

'That's the problem, isn't it,' she said, surprising me. Her volume rose as she continued to speak, then lowered slowly into a soft cry. 'I'm your MOTHER. I shouldn't love you like THIS. If I hadn't grabbed you before stopping Cloud from killing your father, you would still be with your own kind. You would have fallen in love with someone your own age and you wouldn't be deprived of human interaction and be forced to live out your life running and fighting just to stay alive. You should hate me for what I've done. I'm a monster.'

'No, no, no, no, no.' I soothed. 'No, mom. Don't think like that. Please, no. I don't care about all of that, and you know what I was like as a kid. They would have hated me. I would have been a terror in that village, I would have been tortured by the other kids, and I would have probably never met Toothless. I don't care about the running and fighting, but actually enjoy it. I don't care about being with my own kind. I don't care about being around people my age. I don't think you're OLD! I love YOU! YOU are the ONLY one I will EVER want!'

She was looking up at me then, tears still falling down her face and her beautiful features marred by the runny nose and red eyes her crying gave her. 'Really?' she sniffed.

'Really,' I said with finality as I wiped away her tears. She was finally starting to calm her shaking and I could tell that sleep was trying to take her pleasure exhausted body from the consciousness of her mind. 'Try to stay awake for a little bit, mom.' I said as I tried to get up, prying her arms from my waist. 'I swear, I will be right back. Just try to stay awake for a little bit longer.' I knew she would likely not last long, but I also knew that she would be dreadfully dehydrated and sick beyond belief if I didn't get some water in her this instant, before she passed out from her sleep-deprived, sex-addled, sub-state-driven need for sleep. Not to mention the sub-crash she suffered after.

When she nodded, I got up and went over to the corner where we kept fresh water for drinking, picked up the bucket, and made my way back to her side of the bed. I kneeled and touched her cheek to get her attention, and she turned sleepy eyes and a tired face to look at me. 'Come on, my love. I need you to sit up a bit,' I said as I cupped the back of her head to help her rise off the bed. I took the cup hanging on the side of the bucket and dunked it in, removing it from the water and putting it to her lips. 'Drink,' I told her. 'It would be bad if you became dehydrated, and it will help you feel better.' she reached up and took my hand and the cup in her own, pulling it up and taking as much of the cool liquid as possible as quickly as I would allow.

'More,' she whispered in a rough croak from her crying and screaming, and I re-dunked the cup and gave it back to her to hold on her own as I reached into the chest and pulled out a mixture of peppermint, helichrysum, and marjoram oil that we use for pain, tension, and inflammation.

She finished with her second cup of water and I took it and put it down, hanging on the edge of the bucket. She tried to take it back, but it moved the bucket away and held her hand to keep her from reaching for it. 'Roll over.' She winced at my words, and I slowly helped her roll to her stomach. Her back was a fiery red and I winced as well as I looked at the painful stripes that were slightly more red than the rest of her. 'This is going to hurt a bit, but I promise, it will feel better soon.' She buried her head into pillows and braced herself, then nodded as I scooped some of the oil into my hands and rubbed them together.

The experience was not a pleasant one, for either of us. She lurched forward as soon as my hand ghosted atop her skin and gave a poorly muffled cry that most of the dragons in the nest could probably hear. I knew it hurt her badly, but I had to continue if I wanted to give her any relief. She couldn't stop crying as I rubbed the oil into her skin, and I couldn't stop flinching whenever I hit a particularly tender spot. This was the main reason I didn't want to do this with her. The aftercare with Heather was painful, but at least with her I didn't care. With my Valery, I couldn't stand to see her in pain. The last person who hurt her, I killed them in cold blood and tore out their heart.

He had been a dragon hunter that she was fighting for five years before I defeated the dragon in the nest near Berk, and it was about half a year after we found heather that it happened. He broke her leg on my first time going against one of his bases. I ordered Cloudjumper to get her out of there and charged the man without thinking. he swung his bull-hook at me and I ducked under it and him, wrapping my whip around his neck and dropping all of my weight under his legs and pulling up on the other side. It crushed his throat, and as he lay on the ground, gasping for air, I sliced shollowly on his chest, pierced my hand through muscle and ribs, and started to crush his heart. That was the first time I killed a man, and hoped it would have also been the last.

I am not that lucky.

His control crumbled at the seams after that, and after only a few moons, his influence on the north became nothing more than a forgotten memory. After that, all the hunters knew that they were messing with the wrong people, so they either disappeared or settled around the islands as traders and fishermen and sometimes offering their services to villages to run out the dragons or capture them, taking stories of the man who killed Drago Bludvist with his bare hands in a matter of seconds, not giving him time to react and doing so in a fare fight. Most had not even taken into account that a boy raised among dragons would move much like them expecting a man and getting a beast. Somehow I went from being five-foot-five, scrawny, inexperienced seventeen-year-old boy riding a lovable, lazy, overgrown lizard, to a ten-foot-tall, huge, war-hardened, ageless man riding a demon Night Fury the size of a small house. Imagine how self-conscious me felt hearing those stories, and naturally I would never correct them. Let them think what they want. Not hurting me any.

Anyway, It broke my heart to see what I had done to my mother, and after that, I never did it again. Sure, she slept sounder than she had in years, and I knew she would ask me again (which she did), but I swore to her and myself that I would never put her through that again, and she never brought up that she hated herself for how we ended up together after that.

Two moons later, we brought back the first girl from Berk, a blond, tall, thin as a rail girl who was running around screaming, 'For Loki!' as she tried to swing at any dragon that came into her field of view. Her twin brother came running after us calling, 'Bring back my sister you demon of the night,' before the dragons all followed us away and my mother caught up with her pack of rescued dragons from the arena. She was pretty, but I have to say, she is the weirdest, craziest person...

I was brought out of my reminiscing by a string of mumbled curses from across the campfire, and I look up to see the latest blond of my capture. She is pacing back and forth, just like she was when I zoned out about... (looking up at the moon) ...an hour ago. Wow, I need to stop doing that. I can just barely hear her say, "I'm going to die. I'm going to die. If I don't find a way to get out of here and away from these dragons and this deranged maniac and his mother, I am going to be raped and killed and no one will ever know what happened to me. I'll die, just like Ruff, and Hildie, and Fartsbreath, and my big sister Agnes, and every other girl that was taken from our village."

I started to chuckle at her and her head shot up to stare at me. I looked into her eyes, showing the absolute humor in my own, and burst out into a full on fit. It lasted only a few short moments before I calmed myself and asked her, still with humor in my voice, "So you're Agnes's sister?" She nodded warily, still staring at me a bit slack-jawed. Almost all humor disappeared from my voice as I continued. "I guess that makes you Astrid."

"How do you know that?" she asked hesitantly, backing away as I stood from my fallen tree and walked lithely toward her.

"Your sister was one of the first few girls I took with me. She wouldn't stop talking to the other girls about you for a moon after she came, and almost nine moons after I took her, she had a son." I said as I continued walking toward her. "Now that I think about it," I continued, "aside from gender, that little boy looks almost exactly like you. Full of spunk, even after only a year and a season have passed since his birth."

Anger started to grow on her face as she watched me in horror at my words. "You RAPED her?!" she screeched.

"Oh, the child's not mine. I'm guessing she had a boyfriend or husband back on Berk, but she didn't know she was pregnant until after I had taken her body. I mean, yeah, I enjoy taking all the women I steal, but the child was too strong and too early to have been mine. I judge that time very carefully."

She screamed, "I'm going to KILL YOU!" before she lunged at my throat and I grabbed her by the hands and pinned her to the tree I had been backing her up against and rammed my arousal (mostly, if not all, due to my reminiscing) against her almost equally hard abdomen.

"I can do whatever I want," I growled in her ear as my mother stepped out into the clearing with our supplies and a smile spread across her face. I smiled as well and continued what I was saying. "You see that dragon behind me?" She nodded with wide, fear filled eyes. "He, as well as the other dragons at our nest, will gladly come to my and my Wife's aid if we are attacked and are not in any position to protect ourselves. I have you pinned, and still he growls his longing to kill you for even attempting to harm me. Now, I will have you, beat you and play with you until I grow tired of you. You will one day have my child, and you will have my child, and I will take care of you in return for your cooperation. You will live in my nest until the day you die, or we die," I say pointing to the love of my life, "and when that happens, I will have you sent home. Do we have an understanding?" She nodded again in fear. "Good. In that case, I usually wait until we get home, but I think this time I am willing to make an exception. I think it is time I get you broken in."

~~~Rape~~~Torture~~~

Her eyes widened in fear and she pulled at her hands, trying to get away, but it was pointless. Moving my right leg between hers, I used my superior hight and close proximity to keep her from getting her knee rammed between mine. Her skirt and shirt were then cut away in a fluid motion, nicking her skin in the process with her squirming, and I tried to hold her still as my mother brought me a few long pieces of thin rope from my saddle bag.

I tried the first to her wrists as she continued to fight me, tying the other end around a thick branch so high above her head that I had to toss the cord up just to reach it. Once her hands were tied, I turned her away from me to face the tree and traded places with my beloved, taking the second cord and tying it loosely around one knee before spreading her legs around the tree the size of Stoick the Vast and tying the other end in another loose knot around her other knee. My Mother then stepped back, still smiling at the scene playing out before her, as I took the other cord from her hand and tied her feet together on her side of the tree. They now only just touched the ground, and I could just barely hear her screams and curses directed at us and the gods for doing this to her through my desire driven haze as I removed my coiled whip from my belt.

I pulled back my whip and brought it down on her back with a quiet 'pop,' heard her first scream of pain flood the night air. I had gotten better over the last two years at controlling myself, making sure that I didn't break skin so that I don't have to deal with cleaning the wounds and chance a possible infection later, but I always make a single strike along the top of their left shoulder blade cut just deep enough in their first beating to mark them as mine, and I hardly ever let the other girls clean the wounds or deal with aftercare. It is me responsibility. I might not be honorable, but I at least take responsibility for my crimes.

I continued to bring my whip down on this girl, hitting her time and again at the same harsh intensity. Screams fill the night as her skin easily turns a bright, flaming hot red, and as time goes on, I only hit harder and harder to ensure she still feels the same intensity, if not slowly worse. By the time I start to finish up an hour later, her screams had turned to grating sobs and her back bright as a grapefruit. I stop for a few moments to let the ache set in, and then I bring down the leather cord just hard enough to land a straight, pencil-width, just-deep-enough-to-leave-a-permanent-scar, gash in her left shoulder blade, right where a dragon's wing would be. I watched blood trail down her back as her voice came back just long enough to give a third of a minute, blood curdling scream that shook the entire woods. A sick laugh came from my mouth as I walked my sweat slicked body to her just as doused one and started to untie her limp feet and knees. I then took my pleasure from her untouched body. she screamed again and again with broken, wailing sobs, and I took my prize until I was satisfied with my job. I then cut her hads loose, letting her drop limp to the ground.

~~~safe~~~

*CloudJumper/Cloud

*Toothless

*Heather/Outcast Island

Blood Bond- Ancient dragon magic.

-Something happened to where the dragon or rider was going to die. The bound their blood to be sure that they would both survivel

-Benefits- Communication between bonded pairs. Feel if bonded is in trouble. Strength transferable between bonded to help the other heal. Dragon senses and strength.

--Valery/Valka- Eyes heightened by 7 in dark or when angered. Hearing heightened by 3. Smell heightened by 12. Taste heightened by 5.

--Hamish/Hiccup- Eyes heightened by 5 in dark or when angered. Hearing heightened by 23. Touch heightened by 17. Smell heightened by 8. Taste heightened by 9.

-Downfalls- If one dies, the both die. Cannot be forcefully separated without pain and feeling of homesickness. Feel any pain the other experiences.

Moon- Lunar cycle. 28 days. 13 cycles and 1.25 days in one year.

Moon's Blood- Women's Monthly Period

Pregnancies- 10 moon's

Peppermint, helichrysum, and marjoram- Essential oil blend for pain, inflammation and muscle tension. Mixed with lard(animal fat).