A/N: For this chapter, Hiccup is hooking up with both Mulan and Belle, another threesome chapter. Also, there's some smut between Valka and my original character, Alrik. There's gonna be a flashback from Toothless' past which will play a role later on in the story. Finally, Harald Haraldson, Hiccup's rival is going to lead a premature attack on Paris during the night, that will take place in the next chapter. Anyway, with all that said, let's get to it!

(Normal pov— The Citadel)

"Ahimoth, we've got company,"

The leader of the Dragon Flyers turned to see the Red Dragon Order Daimyo approaching, undoubtedly to relay the desires of their Shogun. Ahimoth and the flyers accompanying him were outside a brothel within the city, finishing their morning meal before preparing to train for the day.

"Daimyo of Shogun Kagurazaka Yunosuke. My, that is a mouthful. How can I help you?"

Mino Nobuyoshi, Kensei of the Red Dragon Order spoke first. "Shogun Kagurazaka and the Red Dragon Order are here because your master, Drago Bludvist promised us that he and the Northern Alliance would aid us in usurping Empress Ayu of the Dawn Empire," the Kensei rested his hands on top of his sword hilt and continued. "Now that we are allies, we must work together in order to achieve our goals. That said, Shogun Kagurazaka has instructed us in seeking you out so that you and your Dragon Flyers help train one hundred of our warriors to fly dragons."

Ahimoth crossed his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow. "You wish to become Dragon Flyers?"

Nagaoka Kanon, Orochi of the Red Dragon Order tilted her head. "Will that be a problem with you or your master?"

The flyers by Ahimoth's side looked to their leader, curious as to what he would say. Grunting softly, the son of Krogan chuckled and reassured the Samurai. "There is no trouble, my friends. Of course, I will need to relay this news to Drago, the dragons we have been catching from the Hidden World are the rarest of the rare, and each dragon we catch is another vital weapon for our master's dragon army," he then continued in a calm tone. "I am certain Drago will honor Shogun Kagurazaka's wish to provide one hundred of his warriors with dragons. But first, let me seek out Drago and seek his blessing to go through with this. Hmm?"

The Daimyo turned to Kensei Mino, awaiting his response. After a long moment, Mino grunted in agreement. "Very well," he then added firmly. "We will be waiting." The Daimyo of the Red Dragon Order soon disappeared in the sea of warriors and dragon poachers, leaving Ahimoth and his fellow flyers to speak amongst themselves.

"Drago will believe the Samurai overstep when we deliver this news to him,"

"You already said it, every dragon we have in our possession is either an inhabitant of this island or from the Hidden World," the other flyer stated before shaking his head. "Drago will never agree to the Shogun's request."

Grunting in agreement with his fellow flyers, Ahimoth turned to face them. "While I don't disagree with you, the Red Dragon Order is a strong ally, and an ally Drago is not ready to lose just yet," he then walked in the direction of Drago's palace to relay the Shogun's request. their master. His fellow flyers caught up to him and listened as their leader continued to speak. "I believe Drago will provide the Shogun what he desires, but should Kagurazaka and his Daimyo forget their place, Drago will remind them that he answers to no one."

"And if Drago agrees to Kagurazaka's request?"

Smiling, Ahimoth replied. "Then we'll train the Samurai how to wrangle dragons," he then added with a dark chuckle. "But when Drago has no further use of the Red Dragon Order, we will play a role in their destruction."

Zlobina the Malicious ignored the roars and exclaims from her fellow Dragon Hunters as she was staring down a TripleStinger, a hybrid between a Speed Stinger and Triple Stryke. Its three stingers were raised high above its head while it roared at the female Dragon Hunter in a warning.

"Come, you filthy creature, or face your end,"

Her words caused the hybrid to snarl menacingly, but Zlobina was not afraid. Roaring, the TripleStinger charged, once it was within arm's length of her, Zlobina somersaulted backward just as the dragon snapped its jaws, narrowly sinking its teeth into her neck. Whirling around in the blink of an eye, the hybrid thrust one of its stingers at its opponent, however, Zlobina evaded the stinger. She then dove away from a blast of fire before reaching a shield from a nearby rack, the Dragon Hunter lifted her shield to stop the hybrid's two remaining stingers from piercing her chest.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar caused Zlobina to turn around and see that a Dreadstrider had been released from one of the holding pens. The Dreadstrider is a hybrid between a Speed Stinger and Flightmare. This dragon along with a small flock of its kind had emerged from the Hidden World, along with many more unknown, mysterious dragons. As the Dreadstrider rushed Zlobina, the female hunter withdrew her shield from the TripleStinger's stingers, which protruded through the wooden shield, and used it to land a ferocious blow to the Dreadstrider's belly just as it pounced at her with its jaws wide open and claws ready to sink into her flesh.

Returning her attention back to the TripleStinger, Zlobina grunted as the dragon hammered her with a jet of fire that whittled her shield down. Discarding the now useless shield, Zlobina was armed with a crossbow and tranquilizer bolt, but she only had one shot. Her eyes shifted to the Dreadstrider as it got up from the ground, recovering from the blow she had dealt him. Both hybrids advanced Zlobina, driving her into one of the arena's corners.

"That's it," she smirked at her dragon opponents. "Come to momma." She dared them while bearing her teeth.

Roaring, both hybrids rushed her, intent on ripping her apart, however, Zlobina was ready for them. If facing off against Mystery Class dragons taught Zlobina anything, it was that you needed to be far more cunning and faster. As the TripleStinger lunged at her, it thrust all three stingers at her chest, Zlobina leaped into the air and landed on the dragon's back and then off of the dragon just as the Dreadstrider fired a blast of its paralyzing mist, however, instead of hitting the daughter of Grimmel the Grisly, the mist struck the TripleStinger, leaving the larger dragon incapacitated. While in the air, Zlobina loaded her crossbow and when she landed on her feet, she pulled the trigger at the charging Dreadstrider. The dragon crumbled to the ground, scraping against the sands of the arena.

"Humph," Zlobina retracted her left foot which was trapped underneath the Dreadstrider's head while walking away. "Too easy." She deadpanned while sheathing her crossbow behind her back. The warriors keeping watch over the dragons housed in the arena pens threw both the TripleStinger and Dreadstrider into cages before taking them away.

"She's been pushing herself, hmm?"

"Aye, she's the best for a reason,"

"Old Grimmel would be proud of her if he was yet among us,"

The prattle of her crew filled her ears while she poured herself a cup of water. Sighing, Zlobina turned to see Govan approaching, as well as her close friend and apprentice, Linette. Setting her cup down on the table in the shade, Zlobina smirked at her fellow hunters.

"Enjoy the show?"

Shrugged, Govan spoke in a teasing tone. "Not bad. But I've seen better," throwing the man she held affection for an unamused glare, Govan held his hands up. "I'm only kidding, of course."

Snorting in amusement, Linette changed the subject. "If you wish to pursue Hiccup Haddock and his Night Fury, now's the time to slip away," she then made a head gesture where the harbor was. "Drago's trappers should be returning with more dragons they managed to catch leaving the Hidden World. That's our opportunity to slip away."

Govan reached for Zlobina, giving her a serious look. "You do realize that once we leave this place, there's no going back," he raised his eyebrows. "You know that, right?"

"I know. Despite my best efforts to be patient, I can wait no longer," she then looked at both her companions with a questioning look. "Everyone is committed?"

"We stand with you, Zlobina," Linette nodded firmly.

"Good," she then turned to her apprentice. "Assemble the men and prepare The Huntress for departure, we leave immediately," nodding, Linette gathered her fellow hunters who had watched the spectacle Zlobina displayed not long ago. She then placed a hand on Govan's face. "Are you ready?" Placing a hand over hers, Govan smiled and gave her a firm nod. Returning his smile, Zlobina pecked his lips. "Well alright, let's go hunting."

As the two departed the arena, they made their way through a sea of what remained of the Scandinavian hunters, trappers, as well as foreign warriors under Drago's command. Eventually, they reached the harbor where Dragon Trapper barges were offloading cages full of dragons that inhabited the Hidden World, with so many new dragons to prepare for... conditioning, Drago's men didn't bat an eye in the direction of Zlobina and Govan, they were able to slip right under noses of the harbor sentries. As Zlobina and Govan boarded The Huntress, they were met with Linette and the Deathgrippers.

"The Huntress is ready to depart, Zlobina,"

Smiling at her apprentice, Grimmel's daughter turned to her crew. "Cast off! We go to Paris!" The crew returned to their stations, raised the airship's anchors, and sailed out of The Citadel's harbor. While looking to the horizon, Zlobina closed her eyes as the early morning sun warmed her skin and the wind caressed her sweaty skin. "I will avenge you, father," she murmured under her breath. "I will destroy Hiccup Haddock's diluted idea of living in harmony with dragons, and I will finish what you started by destroying the last of the Night Furies."

To know how far to go, sometimes one must go too far.

In Zlobina's case, this would be defying Drago Bludvist and risk exposing his operations and plans to Hiccup Haddock and all who opposed the madman. The die had been cast, and Zlobina knew that there was no going back; not only was she an enemy of Hiccup Haddock, but now she was an enemy of Drago Bludvist and the Northern Alliance.

This journey would be fraught with peril and risks. But if it led to Hiccup Haddock's death and his Night Fury's head as the figurehead of her ship, it would be worth it.

(Unknown location)

"Rise and shine, Dep La,"

Groaning in annoyance, Raya grumbled. "Stop smirking, Namaari," yawning, the princess of Heart burrowed deeper into her sleep roll. "Five more minutes."

"Unfortunately, that's not a luxury we can afford," Namaari, who had finished her early morning training was followed up with meditation, and then a bath in the river they were camped by. Now she was urging her friend and lover, Raya to get up. Smirking, Namaari snatched her water skin and poured water on top of Raya's head, causing her to exclaim in disapproval.

"Namaari!"

Laughing, the princess of Fang gave her an innocent smile with hooded eyes. "Oh, you didn't like that, did you?" She then prepared to pour the remainder of her water skin on top of the half-awake princess. "Maybe this will wake you up."

"Alright, stop, stop!" Raya held a hand out just as Namaari was about to pour the remainder of her water on top of her. "I'm up already, there's no need to get me more wet."

"Are you sure about that?"

Noting her sultry tone, Raya chuckled softly and gave her friend and lover a teasing grin. "You sure you're up to the task?"

"I think I can manage," Namaari purred like a feral cat. However, because of her sharp discipline, she held back from satisfying her lover. "Unfortunately, it'll have to wait. We need to get moving."

Snorting softly, Raya shook her head. "Tease,"

"I have my moments," Namaari smirked before fetching the map Cadman had provided them back at The Citadel. While going over the map, the princess of Fang hummed to herself while waiting for Raya to quickly wash at the water basin inside their tent and get dressed. "According to the map, we seem to be about a day's flight away from Frankia. Looks like we're doing good on time."

Once Raya was dressed and awake, she took the map from Namaari, and hummed before looking back up at her lover. "Once we find Hiccup Haddock, we're in agreement with each other, right?" They had heard how Mulan had become a fierce fighter and loyal servant to the King of Vikings and his people, and that she was treated well. Both Kumandrans knew that breaking their oath to Drago Bludvist was a risk, especially when the fate of their people was in the balance, however, were they to ally with Hiccup, perhaps they could discuss how their respective peoples would benefit from working together and stand up against Drago and the Northern Alliance.

"We are," Namaari nodded. while sighing heavily. "I just hope Hiccup Haddock is a man of honor and that his reputation as a man who favors peace over bloodshed isn't an exaggeration."

Placing a hand on Namaari's shoulder, Raya smiled. "Have faith, Dep La," she then shrugged. "I'm sure all that we've heard about the man isn't an exaggeration. Besides, it'll be good seeing Mulan again, it feels like it's been a lifetime."

Once summoning their dragons, both Kumandrans continued their journey to Paris to seek out Hiccup Haddock and broach the subject of forming an alliance with his people and the people of Kumandra in an effort to stop the madman who seeks to conquer the world by whatever means he has at his disposal.

(Frankia— Paris)

"We need to act!"

"Yes, every day we stand idle allows the Franks to further reinforce Paris,"

"What say you, Harald Haraldson?"

All those gathered looked at the Fairhair prince, his face was stern as he leaned against a nearby tree. They were gathering in a secluded area near the war camp so that they could speak freely, and away from prying ears. Of course, meeting together was a risk, however, the Vikings that looked up to Harald Haraldson ensured that they met long before everyone else arose from slumber. And so the group was assembled, venturing outside of the camp not at once but one by one and informing the sentries keeping watch that they needed to piss.

"I say while the Franks are preparing their defenses, we have the chance to attack," Harald and all those who had been present to hear the report Valka gave when she and those who had accompanied her into Paris had been told that although Savage and his tribe of criminals and murderers had now sided with Emperor Gudleif and Princess Dotta, the Franks were still preparing their defenses and marshaling the forces of the counts and dukes. "Our king insists that we come up with a "sound plan" in order for us to rip out the heart of Paris, but it seems that he's... occupied in other matters, mainly wetting his cock."

"Or maybe you're just jealous that he has amassed a sizeable harem, brother," Aud jabbed playfully.

Snorting at his sister, Harald shook his head. "Women are the least of my concern right now," he then bore his teeth. "Right now, I wish to avenge the death of our brother, Folkwin, and all the other Vikings who were wronged and massacred by the Franks." Stern grunts of agreement filled the air as the other jarls expressed their shared sentiments with Harald.

"So, what do you suggest? Even if we were to conduct an attack, surely Hiccup will be keeping those who are eager to spill blood on behalf of their dead loved ones and kin on a tight leash," Madguts stated with a grunt. The jarl of the Murderous Tribe continued. "And he will most certainly be keeping an eye on you, Harald Haraldson, you and your sister."

Nodding in agreement, Ulfbjorn, jarl of the Lava Louts looked to the Fairhair siblings. "If we are to surprise the Franks, it must be done in the dead of night," he then looked to those gathered. "It must be done in the night and we must move like thieves skulking in the shadows."

"I agree," Norbert the Nutjob, jarl of the Hysteric Tribe grunted. "They slaughter our people in the night, like cowards. And from where I stand, this is an enemy who does not deserve to be faced with honor." Norbert's words were truthful, and none of the jarls gathered could disagree.

Aud crossed her arms across her chest and looked at her brother. "I find it hard to believe with the words that have been spoken, brother. But Hiccup's strategy of patience may be beneficial," she could see her brother's distaste for backing their king's actions. "If we go through with this, what do you suppose will happen if we fail, huh? We will lose men and if you hope to usurp Hiccup of his title as King of Vikings, you will not have enough men to back you in that claim."

"Let me worry about that, sister," Harald then turned back to his allies and those who supported him. "Then it is settled. Mobilize your respective armies, and send an advanced guard into Paris to kill their night sentries and to lower their defenses. Once that is done, we will unleash our wrath upon the so-called "righteous" and avenge those we have lost," nodding firmly, Harald grinned deviously. "Paris will then be ours, and when our people see that I led us to victory, they will see that I did not hesitate to deliver justice for our people. Hiccup's rule and decisions will be put into question, and ultimately, our people will wonder whether or not making a boy king of all Scandinavian people was wise."

Snorting, Aud shook her head. "You underestimate Hiccup Haddock, brother," she continued her words of caution. "It will take more than leading our people to victory in battles to overthrow a man like Hiccup, it will take a keen mind."

"How fortunate that I am both skilled as a warrior and sharp in mind, dear sister," Harald winked before turning back to his allies. "Speak nothing of what we are about to do. Ensure your best warriors and dragon riders are prepared, and when we savor the taste of victory, we will have won the hearts of many of our people, and those who have been wronged by the Franks will wish to express their gratitude to me in whatever way that they can."

The small dragon hatchling could smell fire and thick smoke filling his nostrils, the forest around him was burning too fast and the flames that surrounded him were far too close for comfort. His desperate roars for help were suddenly answered when a large black blur dove in front of him and knocked him away from a burning tree that came crashing down. The burning branches and leaves rained down on the hatchling and the alpha dragon that had rescued him from being crushed. This alpha dragon was a Night Fury, and the hatchling he had just saved was his hatchling, a son.

"Where oh where have you gone, Night Fury?"

Snarling, the alpha Night Fury looked over his shoulder to see a human and his pack of Deathgrippers silhouetted in the flames and smoke. Looking back down at his son, the alpha Night Fury retracted his teeth and wrapped his jaws around his son's neck, and flew through the burning forest with haste. The alpha male had enjoyed a quiet evening with his mate and two hatchlings, his son and daughter, they were just about to settle for the night, unfortunately, slumber was interrupted when a human and his pack of Deathgrippers attacked them out of nowhere.

"Run all you wish, Night Fury, but you cannot hide from Grimmel the Grisly!"

Looking over his shoulder, the Night Fury alpha could see the human perched on a massive Titan Wing Deathgripper who had its sights locked on him and his son. As the pack of Deathgrippers closed in, the alpha Night Fury summoned lightning from the heavens and fired a bolt in front of him which created a wall of fire so hot that the Grimmel and his Deathgrippers couldn't fly through. After managing to escape the burning forest, the alpha and his son made it into a secluded section of the forest that wasn't burning swallowed by flames.

Excited and relieved roars suddenly filled the air, the alpha turned to see his mate and daughter approaching out of the darkness. Among the rest of his family was an Elder Night Fury, the leader of the small pack turned into the largest of their kin, and his own hatchling, a daughter.

"What fun! All together for me to destroy in one fell swoop,"

The Night Furies looked up to see Grimmel and his Deathgrippers had caught up and they could see they were being surrounded. To ensure the survival of the hatchlings, the adult Night Furies cleared a path for them to fly away, although hesitant, the three hatchlings flew with all of their strength. Unfortunately, one Deathgripper was on their tail and closing the distance fast. Pumping his wings faster, the male hatchling let out terrified barks while looking over his shoulder to see the Deathgripper growing ever closer, a sinister grin on its face as it opened its jaws and snapped—

Toothless suddenly awoke from the nightmare he was having and quickly took in his surroundings, and then released a relaxed huff. His mate, the Light Fury, or Luna, who had bonded with Elsa, was still sound asleep as were his daughter, Dart, and two sons, Pouncer and Ruffrunner. His children were the same age when he was forced to flee from his family and potential bond mate.

Growling softly, Toothless got up from the ground, stretched his stiff limbs, and made his way to a nearby feeding station. As the King of Dragons went satiate his hunger, he pondered on what had become of his family, the Elder of his species and his daughter, the mate he was supposed to be with when the time was right. And he thought of his sister, every day since they were forced to go separate ways in order to survive Grimmel and his Deathgrippers. Despite all that Toothless has been through, he hoped that whatever remained of his kin and species were able to escape Grimmel's cruelty.

Toothless had a feeling that he would find out if he truly was the last of his kind sooner rather than later. And whatever the outcome, he would accept it.

"Morning, bud,"

Turning to see Hiccup approaching, the King of Dragons warbled softly in greetings while giving his rider a hug, one that Hiccup gladly returned. Once the two alpha males broke their embrace, Hiccup could see that Toothless was trouble, and he tilted his head in curiosity. "You doing alright, bud? You seem... troubled," the Night Fury growled softly while rolling his eyes as if he was saying "I'm fine, don't worry about me, my friend." Snorting softly, Hiccup caressed the alpha dragon's head before remembering the same troubled look on Toothless' face on occasion in the past. "You're thinking about other Night Furies, aren't you, bud?" Letting out a huff, Toothless grumbled as though he were saying "You know me so well." Regardless, Toothless nodded at his rider's question.

"If there are any more Night Furies out there, we'll find them, and we'll make sure that no Dragon Hunter will ever touch them," Hiccup promised firmly. "You believe me?" Looking up at his rider, Toothless smiled lightly and nodded. "Good. I know that this is a sensitive topic to discuss bud, but I refuse to believe that Grimmel was able to kill all the Night Furies. I have faith we'll find others out there, and when we do find them, you'll have the chance to ensure your species is no longer endangered." Toothless let out a croon of thanks, nuzzling against Hiccup's side, the two alpha males took a moment to enjoy the early morning sun warming their skin before fetching their morning meals.

Toothless still held hope that what remained of his pack was still out there. If they weren't killed, he knew that with Hiccup by his side, they would find what remained of his species and bring them into the protection of his flock. Only time will tell if any of his species or those from his pack were able to escape from Grimmel's cruelty, but if there were any Night Furies that were still alive, they would be welcomed and protected among his flock.

Heahmund recognized the Roman prisoner chained behind him the moment he was brought into the Viking war camp, he had heard many stories about him and had even seen him while on a missionary mission, behind him was a prince of Constantinople and the future of the Eastern Roman Empire. The Catholic prince had tried to converse with him, however, his words were met with silence. It came as no surprise, the Romans residing in Rome itself were Catholics, and the Romans of Constantinople still worship the gods of their ancestors. However, at this moment, Heahmund knew that if he was to escape the grasp of the heathens, he needed this man's help. Speaking Latin, Heahmund once again tried to persuade his fellow captive for his help.

"Prince Gallio, I urge you to work with me so that we can escape the grasp of these animals who have us chained,"

Looking over his shoulder, Gallio Helvius Valens I, Prince of the Eastern Roman Empire narrowed his eyes at Heahmund before replying. "We are chained, as you well know. How do you propose we free ourselves?" Scoffing, Gallio continued in a sarcastic manner. "Or do you suppose your god will drop a key from the heavens?"

"Mock God at your own peril, Prince Gallio," Heahmund spoke lowly. Gallio merely rolled his eyes in response to Heahmund's caution. Returning to the subject at hand, the Catholic prince gestured to the two Kingsguard standing guard. There. One of those guards has the keys to our shackles. Do you see?"

Looking to the guard Heahmund was pointing out, Gallio grunted in acknowledgment. "And what is your plan, hmm?"

Looking back to the Kingsguard with the keys, Heahmund barked out. "You, heathen! Come here!" The Kingsguard turned to the Catholic prince, unfazed, but Heahmund was determined to bring him close. "Take me to the woods," the guard cocked his head in confusion until the Catholic prince clarified. "I need to piss," snorting lightly, the guard ignored the prince. Growling softly, Heahmund snatched a rock off of the ground and hurled it at the guard. The rock struck his head, forcing the guard to crumble to a knee and then turn to Heahmund with a growl.

"Are you deaf, heathen filth, or are you stupid?"

Marching toward the Catholic prince, the Kingsguard was about to land a kick into Heahmund's face, but he used his shackles to wrap them around his leg and force him towards him while beating him. The sudden commotion forced a handful of Kingsguard to pull their companion away from Heahmund and then point spears in the prince's face.

"Christian dog!" The guard that Heahmund attacked landed a ferocious kick into the prisoner's face. Cradling his now heavily bleeding nose, the Catholic prince looked up at the guard he attacked and saw him huffing and puffing before he seethed. "You're lucky our king wants you alive. If you value your pathetic life, I suggest you don't pick a fight with Vikings, especially when you've been left to rot with us for a year." Spitting at the prince's feet, the Kingsguard returned to their posts.

Groaning in pain, Heahmund heard Gallio scoff. "That was your plan? To lure a guard and attack him while you are still chained?"

"Well, that was one step of my plan, yes," Heahmund revealed the keys he had snatched from the guard he assaulted before pocketing them. "We wait until nightfall to free ourselves and then we set out to warn our respective peoples of the Viking threat."

Despite their differences, Gallio knew that Heahmund spoke the truth; if such a massive barbarian army and its dragons were to batter down the walls of Constantinople and rip out the heart of the Eastern Roman Empire, then all trace of the true Romans would be wiped from history. All that would remain of their people would be the ruins.

"Very well," Gallio sighed heavily, seeing as though he had no choice but to cooperate with Heahmund. "We wait until nightfall. But when our time comes, we must move swiftly to avoid the barbarians and their beasts."

Nodding in agreement, Heahmund smirked. "We will steal some of the barbarian's clothing so that none of the Viking's might sentries will be suspicious of us," Gallio grunted in acknowledgment, causing the Catholic prince to nod. "It's decided then. We wait until nightfall."

Valka was struggling.

That was a gross understatement, rather, she was in a crisis; as each day passed, her attraction for Hiccup grew and her illicit desire for him only grew more ravenous.

Despite wanting to muster the courage and tell Hiccup how she felt about him, the fear of rejection as well as repulsion was too great.

Last night, before retiring to her tent, she stopped by Hiccup's, only to find him in the lewd embrace of Astrid and all the other women he had taken as his Fair Queens. She had played the role of voyeur many times, and although she was ashamed of herself for violating her son's privacy, she was like a moth to the flame and couldn't resist the temptation. Seeing what Hiccup was capable of only fanned the flames of desire that Valka had for her son, and she knew that if she didn't extinguish those flames, they would consume her entirely.

Now, Valka was attempting to momentarily extinguish the raging inferno of lust and desire for Hiccup by spending time with her lover, Alrik. The young Meathead had been out hunting with dozens of others to provide the army and people with meat, and when he had returned, Valka dragged him to her tent and was now throwing him down for a hump. Now, Valka was perched in Alrik's lap, stark naked, as he was. Desperately trying to forget the images of Hiccup and how he humped his wife and the other women she shared his bed with, Valka's hands were perched on her lover's broad shoulders and rode him harder while also releasing a ragged moan.

"Gods, I love it when you get rough," Alrik chuckled as his eyes wandered to Valka's lean, toned body as she rode him.

"I just hope you can keep up," she remarked before placing her hands on his chest, forcing him on his back.

Chuckling, Alrik caressed her toned thighs and grinned. "Try me," his words were followed with action as he thrust up inside her, his actions caused Valka to let out a sharp cry of pleasure before leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss while continuing to ride him.

Everything was so good, Valka was losing herself to the blistering heat, the friction of the back-and-forth movements of her hips, and the immense pleasure that threatened to drown her. However, with each passing moment, Valka wondered what it would be like if Hiccup was throwing her across his bed to hump; she could imagine his handsome face scrunched up with pleasure as he was inside her, her eyes would wander down his toned, lean body flexing as he sought to satisfy her, her ears would blush at the animalistic growls and snarls of pleasure as he humped her, and she would finally get the opportunity to properly worship every inch of his beautiful cock while peering up into his eyes, watching his every reaction while shamelessly bringing Hiccup pleasure—

"Gods, Val, you're so tight!" Alrik's hiss of pleasure broke the lewd thoughts she was having of being in bed with Hiccup. Groaning in both pleasure and frustration, Valka suddenly removed herself from her lover's cock, causing him to let out a whine of confusion and displeasure. "Val, what's wrong?"

Getting on all fours, Valka looked over her shoulder, wiggling her hips, presenting herself to him, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, and spoke in a voice dripping with lust. "Get over her and hump properly," not needing to be told twice, Alrik kneeled behind Valka, his hands groping the pert cheeks of her backside while also kissing up her spine. Moaning softly while arching up, Valka could feel Alrik wrapping himself around her back, and the thrill of feeling a strong, young man taking her from behind like this made Valka's arousal soar, especially when the young man she truly wanted to have her like this was Hiccup.

"How do you want me?"

Alrik already knew the answer, however, hearing Valka say it made the Meathead all the more aroused. "Hard and deep,"

"Anything for you," bending down to kiss her shoulder blades, Alrik reached down to stroke himself before lining himself up at her sopping slit. Both Alrik and Valka moaned as he filled her and she clenched around him tightly. He bent forward once again, biting down on her shoulder gently, and she whined, rocking back against him. "So wet. And all for me. By the gods, what did I do to deserve a woman like you, Valka?" He then began shifting his hips, striking the perfect angle that had her squealing and clutching at the furs beneath her while biting down on her own arm, trying to anchor herself as her thighs shook against him. Alrik kept pounding, pushing her harder and leaving her trembling as her first climax ripped through her, and as she collapsed, her breathing was heavy, her eyes were closed, and her thoughts wandered on her and Hiccup being intimately entwined.

"Do you need a respite, Val?"

Letting out an amused chuckle, Valka shook her head. "Gods, no," she then looked over her shoulder and growled. "Hump me, in the arse."

"With pleasure," removing himself from her slit, he reached for a small bottle of oil which was conveniently kept on Valka's nightstand. After applying ample oil to his cock, Alrik rubbed himself along her puckered hole, causing Valka to inhale sharply. "Deep breath." He cooed against the back of her neck as he slowly but surely slid inside her until his hips were flushed with her pert backside.

Valka had to suppress her cry of pleasure by screaming into her pillow, even when Alrik start to pump his hips back and forth at a slow, brutal pace. He then wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her chest, pulling her upright as he sat back on his heels and putting them at the right angle so that the head of his cock dragged across the right spots with every thrust he made. She bucked against the Meathead as he fondled her breasts while his other hand lightly clenched around her neck, supporting her weight as he thrust up into her.

She suddenly tapped the hand around her neck, and Alrik loosened his grip. "Apologies. Was that too tight?"

"N-No..." she reassured before exhaling in a husky tone, "...harder." She felt Alrik grin against her neck before his grip closed around her neck once again, the pressure she felt was just hard enough to thrill her. "Perfect." She knew she would be sore for the rest of the day, but Valka was determined to ride this out, she needed to see this done so that she could focus for the rest of the day. She reached down to rub her clit with one hand, curling the other around behind her to pull Alrik's head closer. She twisted her neck, pressing a kiss against his head and whining into his hair as he continued thrusting into her arse.

His hands then began groping her breasts harder while also pinching her nipples, and that was all Valka could take, she came with a violent scream, which was silenced halfway when Alrik kissed her passionately. Feeling his own climax fast approaching, Alrik broke their kiss while panting against the side of her face. "C-Close!" He groaned as he thrust harder and faster, desperately chasing his impending climax. "Pull out?"

"N-No," Valka bit her lower lip and released a sharp gasp his cock stretched her out with each of his thrusts. "I-Inside me." After what seemed like hours, Alrik finally reached his end, and Valka shuddered as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her arse, she felt him shudder and groan behind her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder one more time.

To Valka's surprise, it seemed Alrik wasn't finished yet. Turning her around and pinning her flat on her bed, the Meathead loomed over her and grinned. "I'm not through with you yet, beautiful," he placed a hand around her throat while leaning down to kiss her before kissing along her hollow cheekbones, causing Valka to arch her back and gasp softly. Licking the sweat off of her neck, Alrik leaned down to her right breast, taking her nipple into his mouth.

"R-Rik," Valka breathed hotly while cradling his head to breast. While sucking on her nipple, Alrik pulled off to lap along the taut skin and then gently tug on the swollen bud with his teeth, eliciting a sharp moan from Valka.

Chuckling against her breast, the young Meathead groaned. "Gods, I love the way you say my name, Valka," he then switched nipples while kneading the breast he had been worshiping not long ago. "Go on, say my name."

"A-AHH-Alrik!"

Smiling, his ministrations on her breasts soon ended, he then grabbed underneath Valka's thighs and shoved himself deep inside her, causing the both of them to cry out in pleasure. "Oh, yes!" He growled in delight while thrusting into her at a frantic pace. "Now that I've planted my seed in your arse, let me do the same by filling your womb." His words made Valka release a ragged moan, her thoughts ran wild and she wondered how those words would sound were they to come from Hiccup's mouth, not Alrik's. It would be so lewd, so taboo, but that would only add to the thrill.

It didn't take long for Valka to reach another climax, Alrik knew what he was doing, and as he too reached his end, the elder Haddock threw her head back and moaned at the warmth flooding her insides. She could picture Hiccup, sleeked in sweat, debauched, and shameless while looming over her with that crooked smile of his that never failed to cause butterflies to swarm in her belly.

"By the gods, that was good," Alrik chuckled while wiping the sweat from his brow before collapsing beside an exhausted Valka. Both adults desperately sought to catch their breath while also basking in their respective climaxes. The blissed-out Meathead heard Valka sniffling, turning to his older lover, he could see tears streaming down her eyes. "Valka, are you alright?" His genuine concern touched Valka, but it also wrecked her with guilt that although she and Alrik were lovers, she was only using him in the long run. Not only, but she believed that the man she truly wanted would believe her insane and dismiss her out of sheer repulsion.

"I'm fine," she reassured him softly before running a hand through her sweaty hair. "It's just... that felt so good. I needed this, more than you." Reaching over to caress his cheek, Valka smiled at him. "Thank you, for being here for me and... for tending my needs." Pressing a kiss against her palm, Alrik smiled and gave a firm nod, acknowledging her thanks and words.

Getting up from her bed, Valka fetched a robe to cover her nudity and poured herself and Alrik cups of water. "So, do you think we can have another go tonight?" Alrik asked hopefully after taking a drink of his water.

Quenching her own thirst, Valka smiled softly and shrugged. "Perhaps, it depends on whether or not Hiccup has assignments for me during the night," after finishing her cup of water, Valka pinched Alrik's chin and gave him a reassuring look. "I will let you know, hmm?" Nodding Alrik leaned in, kissing Valka deeply. Kissing him back, Valka could feel Alrik disrobing her and massaging her breasts, causing her to moan against his lips. Before the intimacy between the two of them could go further, they were interrupted.

"Mom, I need to have a word with— o-oh, Thor!"

Yelping in surprise, Valka covered herself while Hiccup sharply closed his mother's tent flaps. Blushing deeply, the King of Vikings pursed his lips and waited for his heart to cease its intense beating. "S-Sorry, I wasn't aware you had... company," Hiccup stammered out. In truth, the young king was unaware that his mother was humping someone, let alone a man around his age. "I'll just... wait until you're decent."

"O-Of course, Hiccup," Valka called out before turning to Alrik and gesturing to his discarded clothes. "Get dressed, I'll find you later on." Getting out of her bed, Valka quickly washed away the stench of sex, sweat, and shame off of her skin at the water basin and then dressed. Once she was decent, Valka bid Alrik farewell, for now, and then made her way outside her tent and found Hiccupp caressing Cloudjumper's chin. Turning to his mother, Hiccup patted the Stormcutter before clearing his throat and found his mother shuffling awkwardly before him.

"Hiccup—"

"Mom—"

Both of them stared at each other before chuckling lightly. Clearing her throat softly, Valka offered her son a smile. "You first, son,"

"I was just here to ask if you wanted to test out your glider suit," presenting her refurbished armor, Valka could see the addition of the glider attached to the armor. "I, uh, was able to finish it during my spare time and... I thought you and I could go out and give it a test run."

"Oh, Hiccup, I—"

"King Hiccup!"

Both Haddock's turned to see Toka Sinricsdottir of the Elgring Clan and Grettir the Gruesome of the Draugr Tribe approaching, both young and old Viking leaders bowed their heads to both the king and his mother.

"Jarls Toka and Grettir," Hiccup acknowledged with a nod. "What can I do for you?"

Grettir stepped forward, the man was stout, however, he was imposing; his body was littered with scars and tattoos and he had a ghastly scar running down his right eye. His white hair was done in dreadlocks and he was draped in a thick white fur cloak. "We must strike! My men grow more restless by the day," bearing his teeth, the Draugr jarl pointed his menacing battle axe at Paris. "We cannot stand idle much longer. We must act!"

"He is not alone in this sentiment, King Hiccup," Toka said respectfully. "We have the advantage of numbers and dragons, and if we don't act soon, some within your ranks are bound to defy you and your command—"

"If anyone in this camp is stupid enough to lead an uncoordinated attack on Paris will face my wrath," Hiccup said firmly before quickly reassuring his allies. "Our time to strike will come, I swear to you. We just need more time to come up with a sound plan that guarantees our victory here."

Growling, Grettir spat on the ground before walking away. Toka was quick to justify the Draugr jarl's behavior. "Forgive him, King Hiccup, but he had lost his wife and his son during a massacre led by the last emperor of Paris and one of his closest allies, a man named Frollo. He is... bitter and eager to avenge the deaths of his family," looking around, the young jarl added softly. "As many among us are."

"I understand, Toka. But please, ensure that those eager to shed blood are kept in line," Hiccup spotted Harald Haraldson alongside Madguts of the Murderous Tribe and Ulfbjorn of the Lava Louts while adding. "The last thing I need is for men to go against my back and lead a premature attack." Toka bowed her head in understanding before taking her leave.

Valka could see the frustration and stress in Hiccup's body language, so she stepped closer and placed a hand on his cheek, forcing the King of Vikings to look his beautiful mother in the eyes. "Not all among us share your patience, son," smiling, she shrugged. "Our people follow you, of course, however, what the Franks of done to many of our people here demands a response. And those who have been wronged by the Franks are eager to deliver that response."

"Our people act on base impulses, and in our current circumstances, that will do us more harm than good; if opportunists like that turd, Harald Haraldson tries to undermine my authority by leading men into battle, we'll lose men and dragons when we had no reason to lose them," Hiccup placed his hand over his mother's and gently removed it before sighing stressfully. "That's what worries me the most." Hiccup let out a muffled gasp when Valka enveloped him in her arms.

Pulling him close, Valka cooed against his forehead. "Worry not, my dear," she then kissed his forehead before cupping his face and smiling at him. "I have faith in you. As do many among us. When the time to lay siege finally arrives, you will lead us to victory, of that, I have no doubt."

Returning his mother's smile, Hiccup nodded in thanks before spotting Mulan and Mushu heading toward their shared tent. Having spent a year with him and his people ever since England, Hiccup and Mulan had grown close, when the king had free time, he would spar with the Chinese mercenary and further sharpen his skills as a warrior, and after showing her his map, Mulan had helped him map out sections of Asia, including China, Kumandra, and the Silk Road, as well as other trade routes throughout that part of the world.

"Hiccup?"

Returning his attention back to his mother, Hiccup pressed a kiss against the palm of her right hand. "Sorry, Mom, but I need to speak with Mulan," he then gestured to her armor and glider. "I'll show you to work that glider when I'm finished, I promise!" He then ran off after Mulan, leaving Valka behind.

Despite being happy for her son and how he sought to grow his harem, Valka still desired him, and she feared no matter how many times she slept with Alrik, it would do little to help rid her of the desires she had for Hiccup. Gods, her emotions were all over the place, she hid them well in the presence of her son and others, but alone, oh, when she was alone...

"Give me a sign, Allfather," Valka looked to the heavens and shuddered. "Show me that my feelings for Hiccup aren't one-sided; show me that my feelings are reciprocal."

"You haven't prayed to the ancestors in a long time, why seek them now?"

Looking at her left shoulder, Mulan looked Mushu in the eyes, her dragons had shrunk to his "travel size," she then shook her head softly. "Battle will soon be upon us and I want to ask the ancestors to protect us and our Viking allies—"

"The Fa Family Ancestors look after only those who are part of the Fa Family, Mulan, you know that," Mushu flinched when Mulan glared at him. "But if you wish to pray for the pungent Vikings, by all means." Crawling down Mulan's shoulder, he then found himself on her nightstand. "Summon me when you need me." Mushu then turned into his stone form, resting until the time came for Mulan to awaken him. Snorting softly, the Chinese warrior prepared scented candles and lit them, but before she could kneel and pray to her ancestors, she heard a series of knocks on her tent flaps.

"Mulan, it's me, Hiccup. May I come in?"

Approaching the entrance of her tent, Mulan parted one of the flaps and offered her friend and king a smile. "Hiccup, please, come in," once inside her tent, Hiccup noted that was a sizeable stone tablet established in her tent with Chinese lettering inscribed into the stone. "I don't believe I saw this the last time I was in here." Hiccup said while referring to the tablet.

"Yes, I made it myself, with Mushu's help, of course," Mulan then chuckled softly. "I... was actually about to pray to my ancestors and ask for their protection in the coming siege."

"Oh. If need me to leave, I can—"

"No, no it's fine!" Reassuring the Viking king, Mulan cleared her throat. "I can pray to my ancestors later." Placing her hands on her hips, she then raised an eyebrow while giving her friend a playful glare. "But enough about that. What can I do for you, King Hiccup?"

Chuckling, Hiccup spoke plainly. "I'm going to gather my warlords and jarls for one last gathering to strategize a plan of attack. You and Belle both have already provided me and the leaders of my army with vivid details on the defenses and weapons are enemies will bring down upon us. I've studied those defenses and weapons and how we can counter them, but dealing with the enemy's toys is one thing, taking Paris is another," he then continued. "I would ask that you find a way to lure all of the men who lead Gudleif's army into one spot and then kill them."

"Without their leaders, the enemy army will be in a command crisis," Mulan said in understanding.

"That's right. And they will be easier for us to deal with, but only if we wipe all of Gudleif's commanders off of the game board," toying with his arm ring on his left wrist, Hiccup continued. "Of course, I could leave this task to my Shadow Walkers, however, you're more subtle and stealthy than us... "barbarians." This is not a simple task, but if you accept and complete this task for me, then know you'll have more than my gratitude, you'll have my oath, I'll help you avenge your family, friends, and fallen husband. I know what it's like to have a loved one snatched away from you by Drago Bludvist."

Smiling, Mulan reached for the Yang necklace around her neck and remembered when her father had gifted both Ying and Yang necklaces to both her and Shang after he had proposed to her. The future she had planned with her late husband was now no more, all because of Drago Bludvist. She recalled as his Samurai allies sacked her village, and how Shang had locked blades with the supposed "Dragon God," despite her husband's best efforts, Drago was too strong and overpowered him, running him through with his bull hook and then discarding him like he was trash. She was forced to swear fealty after she dispatched a dozen of the Red Dragon Order's most skilled warriors or risk watching her captured friends, family, and neighbors be put to the sword. Mulan should've known a monster like Drago couldn't be trusted, even though she swore fealty to him, she watched as all those she held close to her heart were slaughtered like pigs and then watched as her village was reduced to ashes.

"I will see it done, King Hiccup," she bowed her head before offering him a smile. "And thank you, for your oath to see Drago for the atrocities he's committed against my people and countless others throughout this world." Nodding in acknowledgment, Hiccup was about to take his leave, only for Mulan to seize him by his wrist and force him to look her in the eyes. "I'm... touched that you would help me seek justice on behalf of my fallen loved ones, Hiccup, even though they are not your own."

Offering the beautiful Chinese warrior a smile, Hiccup shrugged. "It's the least I can do for you, Mulan," he then noted how her eyes fell to his lips before looking back into his eyes. "Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Fa Mulan?" He inquired teasingly.

"As a matter of fact, there is," she replied in a sultry tone. "I haven't been with anyone else ever since Shang was killed. But the time you and I have spent together getting to know each other, training, learning to how to speak our respective languages, and everything else has made me... fond of you; you're fair, kind towards those who follow you and towards the dragons, but most of all you're a man of honor. In this world, such qualities are in short supply."

Smiling, Hiccup nodded in thanks. "You honor me,"

"Not entirely," she spoke lowly. "But I aim to change that." Her words were followed by action as she pulled Hiccup in for a deep, passionate kiss. Returning her kiss, Hiccup grasped the back of her nape with one hand while the other rested on the small of her back, pulling her into him.

Moaning against his lips, Mulan began clawing at his clothing, causing Hiccup to chuckle. "Eager, aren't we?"

"I've heard whispers of your impressive figure from your women," Mulan shrugged while giving him an innocent smile. "I just want to confirm what they're saying." Getting back to stripping his clothing, with his help, Mulan felt her mouth water at his toned, tattooed body. Surprisingly, she hadn't seen him half naked in the year she has been by his side, but she certainly had no complaints about what she was seeing. "Very impressive, King Hiccup," trailing her fingers along his abdomen and tattoos, the Chinese warrior spoke softly. "No wonder women eye you with blatant desire and want, you are a fine specimen of a man."

"So I've been told countless times," Hiccup then inhaled sharply when he felt Mulan reaching into his pants and cupping his bulge. "H-Hehe! O-Okay, someone is very eager, I see." The two of them came together for a heated kiss, one that was fueled by passion and lust while tearing off each other's clothing until they were both naked. Whilst continuing their heated kiss, Mulan placed both hands on Hiccup's chest, pushing him onto her bed. Laughing at her eagerness, the king spoke with reassurance. "We have time—"

"You are a king, Hiccup, and men will seek to take up your time," Throwing her legs over her hips, Mulan straddled him and looked down on him with blazing eyes. Hiccup's eyes raked over her glorious figure, eyeing her strong arms, her rounded breasts, and her toned abdomen. The king's eyes continued falling, eyeing up and down her strong legs and mound which was coated in a thin bush of pubic hair. "Do you find me satisfying?" Her teasing jab brought Hiccup's focus back to her.

Chuckling, Hiccup nodded. "Very. I'm no stranger to having my way with a strong woman. What's one more?" placing his hands on her toned thighs, Hiccup grinned. "You, however, haven't humped anyone in quite some time, let's see if you can pleasure your king." Hissing as Mulan pressed herself against his cock and began to grind against him, Hiccup could feel her arousal soaking him with each passing moment.

Before the two of them could continue, however, Belle entered Mulan's tent with a book in hand. "Mulan, I wanted to return this book-- o-oh, my!" Dropping the book and placing a hand over her mouth, Belle could feel her face heating up. "M-My apologies. I... wasn't aware you would be doing... this with King Hiccup." Clearing her throat, she quickly continued. "Forgive me for intruding, unannounced, I will be going—"

"Belle,"

The bookworm looked at the king and saw him eyeing her in a way that made her legs tremble. "I've felt your gaze upon me many times in the short time we've known each other. Do you find me pleasing to the eyes?" Belle swallowed the thick lump in her throat before nodding. "Hmm, and you wish to experience what it's like to be intimate?" She nodded a second time, and Hiccup smiled. "Then take off your clothes."

"K-King Hiccup?"

"If you want to experience intimacy, Belle, by all means, come and join us," he then reached for his cock and surprised Mulan by thrusting up into her, causing her to let out a sharp moan as he filled her inch by inch. Allowing the Chinese warrior to grow accustomed to his size, Hiccup looked back at the flabbergasted Belle who watched them with wide eyes and an agape mouth. "Or don't. Either way, you're more than welcome to join us." Gripping Mulan's thighs, Hiccup began to slowly pull out of her and then thrust back up into her, causing the woman on top to moan, her hands were splayed out on Hiccup's toned chest, and she began to ride him.

Of course, Belle would read erotic novels and would sometimes pleasure herself as her lewd images of the characters she was reading about filled her mind's eye, except she would imagine herself with a strong, kind, intelligent, and handsome man. But during that time, those were desires that the village priests would call "sinful," in fact, what Hiccup was doing was sinful— sleeping with multiple women besides being committed solely to his wife, Queen Astrid. But it wasn't Belle's place to judge why Hiccup was doing this, from the paganistic point of view, Hiccup had a harem so that his bloodline was secure, that much was obvious, but how many women would he sleep with until he was satisfied?

Mulan's sharp moans of pleasure brought Belle out of her thoughts and despite being raised to find a Christian man, she could feel herself succumbing to Hiccup's invitation. Despite her best efforts, Belle couldn't take it, not with how both Hiccup and Mulan were moaning loudly while also throwing her half-hooded looks, their intense looks made it seem as though she was on fire. As she stripped out of her clothes, Belle saw Hiccup eye her from head to toe and give her a satisfied grin. He then urged her to join them on the bed, and the beautiful brunette couldn't refuse him.

"Why don't you sit on my face, Belle," his words confused her at first, however, his intentions made her blush but she nodded. "Good girl. Come over here, and let me fulfill your wildest sexual fantasies. Laying flat on his back, Hiccup waited for her lower herself on his face before he began to lick along her slit, eliciting a sharp moan of approval from Belle. Gripping her thighs and forcing her down harder on top of his head, Hiccup began to devour the brunette bookworm while also thrusting up into Mulan, both women's moans of pleasure filled his ears and Hiccup groaned in delight.

Mulan, although she hadn't slept with another man other than Shang, she did have fun with women. She recalled being invited into Raya and Namaari's bed back at The Citadel, and so she would employ what she learned from those times now. Reaching for Belle's face, the Chinese warrior beamed at the bookworm before pulling her in for a kiss, one that made the beautiful brunette gasp against her lips. However, as lust and desire overtook her, Belle returned Mulan's kiss while continuing to grind against Hiccup's skilled tongue. The sounds of the two women kissing above him caused Hiccup to growl and he withdrew one of his hands from Belle's thigh and began fiddling with Mulan's clit while planting his feet firmly on the bed and thrusting upwards into her faster.

"O-Oh! Hi-Hiccup!"

Breaking away from Belle's lips, the Chinese warrior felt herself reaching a premature climax, and before she could control herself, she fell off the cliff of bliss. Belle was no better, especially since this was her first time being intimate, she threw her head back and cried out in elation as Hiccup doubled his efforts by not only eating her out like a ravenous predator but also rubbing at her clit. Soon enough, Belle's arousal soaked Hiccup's tongue and chin, causing him to groan loudly as he tasted her nectar.

"M-My goodness, that was... that felt so good," Belle sighed happily while lifting herself off of Hiccup's face, allowing him the chance to breathe. Sitting up and wiping the bookworm's arousal off of his chin, Hiccup licked what remained of her nectar off of his lips, and Belle blushed at his actions and the heated gaze her gave her.

Recovering from her premature climax, Mulan watched as Hiccup got out of her bed and then grinned at her and Belle. "Mulan, lay flat on your back," curious as to what he had planned, the Chinese warrior nodded and laid on her back, her head resting on the very edge of her bed. "Belle, climb on top of Mulan, yes, just like that." Belle was facing Mulan's lower half while her backside was presented for both Hiccup and Mulan to pleasure.

"Deep breath, Belle, I'm going to take you in the arse," Hiccup was able to use Belle's arousal as a lubricant before slowly sliding inside of her tight, puckered hole. The stretch left the brunette so full that she screamed in both pain and pleasure. "Shhh, easy, I'm in. I'll continue once you're comfortable, alright?" Nodding her head furiously, Belle breathed heavily as she grew accustomed to having Hiccup's cock inside her. Looking down at Mulan, the king spoke in a husky tone. "Help Belle take her mind off of the pain, hmm?" Nodding, the Chinese warrior began toying with her lower lips before leaning up and licking along her sopping slit. To further take Belle's mind off of the pain she was experiencing, Mulan reached down to grope her breasts, leaving her a writhing, moaning mess.

Looking over her shoulder at Hiccup, the beautiful brunette gave him a nod, telling him that he could move. Taking her hips in his hands, Hiccup began to pump into Belle's arse at a slow yet firm pace, he watched her reactions and body language, there was no sign of discomfort. She wiggled her backside while savoring Mulan's ministrations, understanding her silent plea, Hiccup began to hump her harder and faster.

"Hic-A-AHHHHH!" Belle lowered her head, panting heavily while pushing back against the king's strong thrusts. Mewling when Mulan pinched her nipples, Belle ground against the Chinese woman's tongue as she lavished on her lower lips. "M-Mulan. O-Oh!" Hissing at the feeling of Hiccup's cock stretching her open, Belle decided to get herself more involved. Leaning down between Mulan's legs, Belle rubbed at her clit and then began to lick her upper lips, the vibratory sensations of Mulan's moans against her lower lips caused Belle to moan as well while speeding her ministrations.

Unknown to the three, someone peaking through the tent flap to momentarily watch them as they were entwined together. The voyeur's eyes widened at the sight of Hiccup burying himself deep into Belle's backside while the two women were devouring each other's vulvas as though they were feasting for the first time in years. Despite wishing to remain and watch further, the voyeur knew that if they continued to violate the privacy of the king and his lovers, it would turn heads, and so they fled with haste.

"Gods, Belle, you're so tight!" Hiccup snarled as he snapped his hips back and forth at a fierce pace. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent, as were the moans of the two women who were pleasuring each other. "Ugh! I'm close. So close!" He grunted as he quickened his pace. Belle withdrew from Mulan's womanhood and cried out in delight as Hiccup was hammering himself into her, brutally. The feeling of her backside squeezing his cock to excruciating levels caused Hiccup to reach his end, his deep groan of pleasure entwined with Belle's own groan as the king's seed filled her arse.

The combined feeling of Hiccup's seed filling her and Mulan's mouth on her and her hands groping her breasts was all Belle could take, she too reached her end. Groaning at the taste of the bookworm's arousal soaking her tongue and wetting her chin, Mulan withdrew to catch her breath.

A sudden knock against thick tent flaps forced the three lovers to look to the tent entrance. "King Hiccup, are you in there?" After voicing that he was within the tent, Hiccup listened to what the person outside wanted. "There's a fight between Christian and Pagan clans, we have tried to break up the fight, but we fear unnecessary blood will soon soak the ground."

"I'll be out in a minute,"

Sighing, Hiccup fetched his clothes before looking down at Mulan and shrugging. "I suppose we'll have to pick this up another time,"

"I told you, men would seek to take up your time," she deadpanned while blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

Belle noted that Mulan hadn't reached her climax and voiced her thoughts. "Don't you want to experience your end, Mulan?"

Smiling at the beautiful brunette, Mulan shook her head. "I'm fine, Belle, thank you," she too got up out of her bed and washed at her water basin before looking back at Hiccup. "Don't you have a fight to break up?"

"Don't remind me," Hiccup mumbled before turning to Belle. "Come, Mulan was about to pray to her ancestors, let's give her that time alone." Not needing to be told twice, Belle quickly followed Hiccup, after redressing herself. "Remember, tonight, you and Mushu will kill Gudleif's commanders." Hiccup said as he and Belle left her tent.

Chuckling, Mulan knew what needed to be done. After satisfying her carnal needs for the moment, Mulan relit her candles and prepared to pray to her ancestors while also planning how to lure the enemy commanders into one spot so that she could eliminate them.

Valka fled back to her tent with haste, her heart hammering beneath her breasts and her eyes still burned with the lewd image of her beautiful boy, Hiccup, entwined with both Mulan and Belle. Gods, she wanted to be in those young women's position, badly; her desire for Hiccup grew each day and it grew more ravenous that she was half tempted to drag Hiccup somewhere private and reveal her darkest desires for him.

"Oh, gods," Valka groaned in frustration. "You need to tell him how you feel, Valka." She scolded herself. "You need to tell him, and soon." Her words were accompanied by a silent oath, she would reveal her feelings to Hiccup at the earliest opportunity, and whatever his reaction, she would accept it.

Though the likelihood of Hiccup staying away from her like a plague was a high possibility, Valka feared she would go mad if she didn't tell him how she felt.

A/N: The next update is going to be a botched attempt to sack Paris, so prepare for some action and tension. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and as always, leave feedback and suggestions. With that said, I'll catch you guys in the next update!