A/N: Happy New Year, my friends! So sorry for the wait, but I've actually been distracted watching Game of Thrones for the very first time and now I'm on to House of Dragons, and I'm thinking about writing a Hiccup x Daenerys story very soon. Anyway, onwards to the smut!
(New Berk)
"The defenses are coming along quite well, wouldn't you agree, Hiccup?"
Turning to Viggo, who slid off of Starscream, the Viking king nodded in agreement. "Arendelle has set up the last of the chain towers along its fjords, the Berserkers have Dragon's teeth laying in wait under the waters of their shores to ensure enemy ships are smashed to pieces, and I just got back from the Greenfang Plains digging trenches with pikes at the bottom and having other well-placed traps laying in wait," sliding off of Toothless, Hiccup patted his dragon and smiled softly. "If there's ever a perfect place for a battle, it's the Greenfang Plains."
The Greenfang Plains, are sprawling grassy stretches framed by towering, jagged mountains that rise majestically into the sky in the heart of the Barbaric Archipelago. The plains are dotted with wildflowers that sway gently in the breeze, their vibrant colors contrasting against the emerald grass. At the northern edge, the imposing peaks of the Frostfire Mountains loom, their craggy summits perpetually capped with glistening snow. To the south, the Thunderclap Range features cliffs and rocky outcrops that echo with the sounds of distant storms. The mountains create a natural amphitheater, amplifying the sounds of battle and the thunderous roars of dragons as they take to the sky.
This was a place where Viking armies would gather to clash, the open expanse of the plains providing ample room for both ground forces and aerial assaults. The landscape is marked by ancient stone formations and natural ridgelines that serve as strategic vantage points for commanders. In the center of the Greenfang Plains, a massive stone circle, known as the Arena of Ancients, stands as a reminder of the many battles fought in this sacred ground stretching back to the very first Vikings of Scandinavia. Legends tell of fierce and valiant warriors who once clashed here, their stories etched into the very earth. It is a site steeped in history, where the clash of shields and the ringing of swords create a symphony of chaos and valor.
"I agree," Viggo said as he walked alongside his young friend. "However, it will certainly take more than ploys to save us from complete eradication," his statement was further reinforced as he continued, "It will take the blood of thousands of good men and women and dragons to ensure our home and people survive the impending storm."
"I know." Sighing heavily, Hiccup took in the sight of his people alongside their families, friends, and lovers. This was about more than just survival, it was about leaving behind a legacy for the next generation. "This is the burden of leadership, Viggo," Hiccup said gesturing to his people, "asking, no commanding them, to die for me."
Placing a hand on the king's shoulder, Viggo smiled somberly. "It is, unfortunately, a burden that is very heavy, dear Hiccup," he then continued gestured those his warriors were spending time with, "They not only fight for you, the future, or their home but for them—those they hold closest to their hearts. They fight and will most likely die so that they can live." Squeezing his shoulder, the older man's tone grew firm. "It is your responsibility to ensure the warriors who die under your banner are honored and remembered, and that their loved ones are under the care of your rule."
Toothless crooned softly, as if he too were encouraging Hiccup, and the king gave two of his closest companions a nod of understanding. "The crown is heavy," his statement was followed by him taking a deep breath and exhaling softly. "But as much leading is a burden, it's also been a great privilege. I've kept our people from all-out war for this long, and that in itself is one of my greatest achievements." He then looked into Viggo's eyes. "Should this final battle between our people and the foreigners, traitors, and Christians come to pass, and we emerge as the victors, that will be my legacy. Though I heeded the counsel and advice of many within my circle of trust, it would have been my choice to take action rather than stand idle."
"You will be remembered, dear Hiccup. Perhaps you will have eclipsed the great Ragnar Lothbrok, Bjorn Ironside, Ivar the Boneless, and countless others. All I know is that you have united all Scandinavian people, forged alliances with foreign powers that no Viking has ever dared to attempt, mended a century-old blood feud between our people and the Scots," he then smirked, "and you have quite the harem, most men would kill to spend one night with many of the women you share your bed with."
Hiccup blushed softly and Toothless let out what sounded like a laugh in response to Viggo's exuberant tone. "Yes, I'm well aware of that Viggo," his eyes fell on his newly built home, and gave his former enemy a nod. "I'm off to my home, my friend. A hot bath, a cooked meal, and sleep are calling for me."
Smiling, Viggo bowed his head. "Of course, Lord Hiccup," as he took his leave, he quipped over his shoulder. "Those simple pleasures aren't the only things calling your name this evening."
"Very funny, Viggo!"
Rolling his eyes as Viggo and Starscream made their way to the Grimborn hut, Hiccup, and Toothless made their way to the heart of New Berk, a route that would take them to the Haddock home. The sight of children playing together, elders knitting new clothing, women preparing to make supper, and men returning from a hard day's work preparing for the inevitable siege their enemies would conduct made Hiccup realize just how time had flown by.
The winter passed by in the blink of an eye, the harsh chill giving way to the promise of spring. After a joyous Snoggletog celebration filled with feasting, laughter, and the warmth of family, Hiccup received exhilarating news via Terror Mail. Messages poured in from Mulan, Raya, and Namaari, each carrying the weight of hope and determination. They had rallied significant forces of warriors from their respective lands, soaring on the backs of majestic Oriental dragons and agile Mist Twisters, and dragons native to Asia.
As Hiccup read their letters, a surge of excitement coursed through him. Mulan had recruited highly skilled warriors and dragon riders stationed along the Great Wall of China called The Skyward Sentinels, seasoned fighters, who have defended China for many generations. Raya's fierce and agile warriors from her home in Heart, and Namaari's skilled mercenaries from Fang would bring invaluable strength to their cause against Drago Bludvist and his nefarious allies. Accompanying these formidable forces was a fleet of Samurai ships, led by the formidable Empress Ayu of the Dawn Empire, who just so happened to be acquainted with his allies in the Warborn Clan and the Iron Legion, specifically the warlords--Stigandr and Holden Cross, Lord Warden's second in command. The thought of such a diverse and powerful alliance stirred Hiccup's heart with optimism, and he prayed that this coalition would be enough to ensure not just the fate of his people and the dragons would be secured, but the whole of Midgard.
If Drago won, then no one would be safe from the madness he would inflict upon the world.
However, those fears were quickly expelled as more allies flocked under Hiccup's banner, this time, they were Vikings that the king was well acquainted with.
Not long after receiving his Asian allies, Aud Haraldsdottir and her best warriors arrived from Paris, bringing with them tales of valor and camaraderie. The Viking warlords they had encountered throughout England and beyond, who had shared in their mutual feasting, drinking, and fighting, also joined Hiccup's cause. Their presence was a reminder of the bonds forged in battle and celebration, and it strengthened Hiccup's belief in the unity they were building.
With these allies rallying behind him, Hiccup envisioned a future filled with possibility. The alliance was not merely a military endeavor; it was the foundation for a flourishing union that could endure across generations. He imagined trade deals being struck along the Silk Road, creating a vibrant exchange of goods, culture, and ideas. Vikings who sought adventure and fortune could find opportunities serving as mercenaries or bodyguards for their new allies, enriching both cultures.
Moreover, the prospect of his people marrying the sons and daughters of these diverse peoples sparked visions of a multiethnic bond that would intertwine their destinies. Such unions could solidify strong alliances, ensuring that their peoples would not only survive but thrive together, creating a legacy of unity and strength. As well as working as one to prepare siege defenses for the coming storm that Drago and his allies would bring to the shores of Scandinavia. The madman and those who followed him would undoubtedly wish to exact revenge for the losses they suffered thanks to the wish that Hiccup had made with the magic lamp.
As they neared the Haddock hut, however, the sounds of laughter and chatter drifted through the air. Hiccup glanced at Toothless, who perked up, his ears twitching at the excitement emanating from the gathering. "Looks like our friends are up to something," Hiccup remarked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Toothless let out a soft rumble, and with a nod, they veered toward the source of the commotion. As they rounded a corner, they found Snotlout, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Thuggory, Eret, and a group of other young warriors clustered around a large barrel, its contents glistening amber in the fading light.
"Hiccup!" Snotlout shouted, waving enthusiastically. "Just in time! We were about to start the festivities!" He flashed a grin while raising a horn of ale, revealing his eagerness.
Hiccup chuckled, shaking his head. "What kind of festivities are we talking about here, dear cousin?"
Tuffnut jumped in, his excitement bubbling over. "We're having a drink, or two, maybe three! Just a little something to celebrate the end of a long day... and reminisce about the good old days!"
"Yeah, you know, before everything gets all serious and war-like," Fishlegs added as he stepped forward, a horn of ale already in hand.
Eret, leaning against the barrel with a relaxed demeanor, added, "A toast to the battles we've fought and the ones we'll face together. We could all use a little distraction."
Hiccup hesitated for a moment. He wasn't one to indulge heavily in drink, but the warmth of camaraderie beckoned him. With a resigned sigh and a smile, he dismounted Toothless and approached the group. "Alright, I'll join you guys. But just for a little while."
As Hiccup accepted a wooden mug from Snotlout, Toothless settled next to him, his dark eyes scanning the group with curiosity. The dragon's presence was a comfort, and Hiccup felt the tension of the day begin to ease.
"To the future and to us whooping Drago Bludvist's arse!" Snotlout proclaimed, raising his horn high.
"I'll drink to that." Hiccup smiled as he raised his horn with a smile and gave a firm nod to his friends and companions. "Skål!"
The others followed suit, their laughter mingling with the clinking of horns as they gathered in a loose circle, their faces illuminated by the dying light of the evening sun.
"To the future!" Everyone echoed, and Hiccup found himself drinking, his heart swelling with gratitude for his friends.
As they sipped and shared stories, the atmosphere shifted from one of impending dread to fond nostalgia. They recounted tales of past adventures—their first encounters with dragons, the time they saved Old Berk from countless threats, and the countless nights spent under the stars, dreaming of what lay ahead.
"Remember that time we thought we wouldn't wake up the Skrill by slightly blasting away the ice encapsulating it?" Tuffnut laughed, slapping his knee. "We barely made it out of that arena alive without Hiccup and Stoick biting our heads off!"
"Barely? You mean we didn't make it out at all!" Fishlegs chimed in, shaking his head with an amused smile.
"Yeah, well, we still have our heads intact!" Ruffnut proclaimed proudly before turning to her brother. "Our noggins are too strong to be taken off!"
"You got that right, sister!"
The two siblings butted their heads together to further prove their point, spilling ale everywhere, slashing some of their newer companions and friends. Exclaiming in surprise at getting slashed, the Twins received punches in the faces for getting their fellow Vikings soaked, resulting in everyone laughing. Hiccup joined in the laughter, the sound filling him with warmth. Each story pulled at the threads of camaraderie that tied them together, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences that felt all the more precious in light of the challenges they faced.
As the evening wore on and the stars began to pepper the sky, Hiccup found himself lost in the moment. The weight of leadership and the impending war faded into the background, if only temporarily. For now, he was just Hiccup Haddock, surrounded by friends who had become family. Eventually, Hiccup noticed the laughter began to quiet, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie. He could see Eret and Thuggory engaged in a friendly debate about the best way to train dragons, an interesting conversation, especially since both men had been raised either killing or trapping dragons from boyhood to early adult life, while Snotlout and Tuffnut were challenged to arm-wrestle, both of them boasting loudly about their supposed strength, Snotlout was the clear victor, though Tuffnut's persistence was praised and he was rewarded with heated kisses by his wife, Thorhild and the promise of sex later on, causing everyone to laugh and roll their eyes when Tuffnut looked like a dog eager to receive a treat at his wife's promise.
"Alright, alright," Hiccup said, stepping into the circle. "As much fun as this is, we should probably get some rest. We've still got a war to prepare for. That, and I need a bath, food, and sleep desperately."
The group groaned in unison, but the laughter returned as they reluctantly agreed. Hiccup felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him. This gathering had reminded him of the strength that lay not just in individuals, but in bonds forged through shared challenges and joys.
"Spoilsport!" Snotlout groaned as he downed the last of his ale in his mug before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Alright people, you heard my cousin, clear out!"
As the group began to clean up, Eret nudged Hiccup and smirked. "You sure you're just going home for a bath, food, and sleep?"
Snickering, Thuggory joined Eret in teasing his childhood friend. "You even have to ask, Eret?" The leader of the Meatheads continued. "He has a duty to his beautiful wife and Fair Queens to ensure the Haddock bloodline stays strong."
"Thank you, for summing that up, Thug," Hiccup replied sarcastically.
"Have fun, Lord!"
As his friends and companions began to disperse, Hiccup turned to Toothless, who had been observing quietly, a gentle light in his eyes. "You ready to go home, buddy?"
Toothless let out a soft trill, leaning against Hiccup affectionately. Together, they started back towards the Haddock hut, the night air cool and refreshing.
Upon returning home and enjoying a hot bath and a delicious meal prepared by his lovers, mainly Heather, the King of Vikings was inside his study, which had been added to his rebuilt home which was now large enough to accommodate his heirs and Fair Queens, making it almost as big as the Great Hall. The king was going over a map of where his allies, Vikings and otherwise, had been hard at work building and making final preparations of siege defenses, from building large chain towers to halt ships from sailing along fjords, trap-ladened forests and battlefields, and countless other surprises. He had broken bread and counseled his new allies to have them marshal their respective forces and prepare themselves for a war that would be spoken of for generations to come if they survived.
"You're still awake, huh?"
Smiling at the voice of his beloved wife, Hiccup nodded. "I am indeed, Milady," turning to his right as Astrid, who was in a sleeping gown, wrapped an arm around him. "Mmm, I would rather not be though."
"All in good time, babe," kissing his temple, Astrid grabbed his hands and forced him to stand up. "You and our allies have been building and planning defenses and strategies all winter long, take a breath, and come to bed with me and the others."
Her tone told Hiccup that his compliance was not optional, and so he didn't bother resisting. Once upstairs in their bed chambers, Hiccup found his Fair Queens and lovers lounging on their massive bed which was able to accommodate their equally massive bed chambers. The sight of all his lovers, stark naked, relaxed, and eager for him made Hiccup realize that he could do without wearing himself down preparing for the impending invasion his enemies would conduct.
"Hiccup!"
Rapunzel squealed as got up from the bed and embraced him fiercely. Laughing softly, Hiccup held the blond tightly in his arms and inhaled her scent, and it made the king sigh happily. Turning to Astrid, he looked at her sleeping gown and then back into her eyes. Smirking, Astrid obeyed her king's silent command and removed the offending clothing until she too was naked along with the rest of the women in the room.
"Come to bed, love," Rapunzel cooed as she took one of his hands.
"Our fates may be in the hands of the gods," Astrid began as she took his other hand, "but right now, you're in our hands."
Smiling, the other women made room as both blond beauties pushed Hiccup to the bed, causing the king to grunt softly and smile at everyone surrounding him, both young and old, they all stripped him off his clothes with practiced ease until he was bared before them. A multitude of hands and mouths ran along his lithe, toned body, and Hiccup closed his eyes and allowed himself to simply savor the sensations, and it was a most welcome feeling.
The room was filled with a gentle warmth, both from the flickering candlelight and the palpable intimacy that enveloped Hiccup as he surrendered to the moment. Laughter and whispers mingled in the air, creating a tapestry of affection that wrapped around him like a comforting embrace. Each touch, each caress, was a reminder of the love and loyalty that surrounded him, even amidst the looming threat of war.
As he lay back against the soft furs and linens, Hiccup felt the weight of the world begin to lift from his shoulders. The worries of strategy and siege defenses faded into the background, replaced by the laughter of his beloved companions. Rapunzel's hair brushed against him like silk, its golden strands glimmering in the dim light as she nestled beside him, her eyes bright with mischief and warmth.
"Don't think about the battle," Rapunzel urged softly, her voice a gentle melody. "Think about us. This moment is ours."
Astrid, ever the fierce protector, and loyal wife, leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "We're all in this together, Hiccup. You've always carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. Let's share that burden, together."
He opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of each of his partners. They were warriors in their own right, each possessing strengths that complemented his own. Their love was a shield, a source of strength that fortified him against the challenges ahead.
With a soft chuckle, Hiccup pulled the nearest woman closer, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his own. "You're right. I don't want to think about the impending siege or the preparations. Right now, I just want to be with you—my queens, my heart."
As they settled into the bed, the atmosphere shifted from playful teasing to a deeper connection. Hands roamed freely, exploring familiar territories and igniting sparks of passion. Hiccup surrendered himself to the sensations, allowing their laughter and whispers to wash over him like waves.
He felt Anna's delicate fingers trace along his arm, while Mala's strength enveloped him from the other side. The contrast was intoxicating, a perfect balance of softness and fierceness. Each of his lovers brought something unique to their bond, a tapestry of love woven together by shared experiences and unwavering support.
In that moment, surrounded by laughter and love, Hiccup allowed himself to dream of a future beyond the impending battle—one where they could live free from the specter of war. A future filled with laughter, joy, endless adventures alongside his beloved queens, and watching his children grow up and find love themselves and start families of their own.
His eyes suddenly went wide when he felt a mouth on his cock, looking down, he saw the impish smile of Merida, who licked a thick vein along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Gasping sharply at the pleasure that coursed through him, that feeling only intensified as Camicazi and Atali joined Merida in licking along his cock and mouthing at his balls. Not known for being a selfish lover, Hiccup reached for the closest women by his side, that being Elsa and Heather, his hands were between their legs as he inserted his digits inside their silken folds while fondling their clits with his thumbs. Their gasps and moans filled the air as Hiccup worked them like an instrument, while also savoring the attention his cock was receiving.
Looking at Astrid, he beckoned her to sit on his face, which she happily obliged. Once his wife was firmly seated on his head, Hiccup's tongue ran along his wife's folds and he moaned at the taste of her on his tongue. He knew exactly how his wife liked it, and even though he couldn't use his hands to further please her, he had gone down on his wife more than enough times to work her into a state of need and arousal, and his efforts were quickly rewarded as she grew wetter and began to wet his tongue more and more.
"Hiccup, gods!" Astrid moaned as she ground herself harder on her husband's face, riding his tongue. "Yes, right there!"
The stimulation was always welcome, but what got Astrid off whenever Hiccup ate her out like this was the visual sensations; his beautiful forest green eyes burning with love and desire, the pupils expanding as a result of her features twisting in pleasure. Not only that, but his tongue working her with fervor yet calculation made Astrid let out a choked moan, knowing full well that her beloved intended to make her feel just as good, if not more. His moans and growls against her only heightened the pleasure, but he knew the women tending to his cock were what drove him to increase his ministrations.
Astrid's head was turned by Valka who captured her lips in a searing kiss, one the Viking queen returned, one hand burying itself into the elder Haddock's hair and the other touching her clit. Arianna, who had pressed herself behind Astrid's back began to grope and knead her breasts, causing the Viking queen's moans to be swallowed by Valka, who smiled against Astrid's lips. Elsa and Heather's cries of pleasure filled the air as Hiccup brought them off with his fingers, their juices soaking his hands. After securing the first orgasms of the night from his lovers, Hiccup's soaked hands gripped Astrid's thighs he redoubled his efforts to bring her off.
"Mmm, are you close?"
Valka murmured hotly against Astrid's ear as she broke their kiss, the blond nodded frantically, biting down on her lower lip as she felt that familiar coil tightening in her gut every second. She pushed back against Arianna, who was groping and kneading her breasts firmly while pinching her nipples, causing her to let out a choked cry. "Thor's hammer!" As she came, she heard Hiccup groan deeply against her as he licked her profusely. "Yes, babe. Gods, yes." Astrid mewled softly as she watched with bated breath as he finished licking away the last of her juices.
Getting up and allowing her husband to breathe, Hiccup sat up slowly on his elbows and looked down to see the women who had been tending to his cock had moved aside to allow Raya, Jasmine, and Mulan to tend to him. It was all becoming too much, the added visual of the women kissing around the head of his cock was what made Hiccup break as he reached his first climax of the evening.
Looking at his mother, Arianna, and Fiona, the king had them piled on top of one another, which would allow him to take them one at a time while they would be able to please each other simultaneously. Taking up the position their king had commanded them to take up, Hiccup, who was on his knees first, sank inside of Valka, his mother crying out in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt. "O-Oh! Yes, son!" Her voice croaked as Hiccup began to pump in and out of her. Her utterance of the word son while he was deep inside of her caused a chill to run down his spine, Hiccup knew it was wrong, but he loved Valka, as did she. "Ah! A-Arianna!" Valka mewled when the former Queen of Corona, who was draped over her back began groping one of her breasts and fiddling with her clit while Hiccup continued to hump his mother.
It was then Arianna's turn to cry out in pleasure as Hiccup took two handfuls of her mature, yet curvy hips and buried himself inside of her. The pleasure only mounted as Fiona, who was draped on her back, kissed along the back of her neck while taking two handfuls of her breasts and kneading firmly. Arianna, couldn't believe that she, once a pious and devoted Christian queen, was now fornicating with the King of Vikings and his Fair Queens. The thrill of it, as well as the depravity, made her laugh in both disbelief that she had given up her former life and belief but also in one of joy that she was free to explore the pleasure of being with both men and women. "Yes, Hiccup, hump me!" Arianna growled in pleasure, looking over her shoulder and not the young man's beautiful eyes. "I want you to fill me with your seed so that I can bless you with an heir."
"All in good time, dear Arianna," Hiccup smiled, reaching out to caress her face. "All in good time."
He then pulled out once again, causing Arianna to whine, but in the meantime, she could play with Valka while Hiccup slid inside of Fiona. The redhead sighed happily as she was filled once again. "Gods, I never tire of this," she laughed breathlessly as Hiccup grabbed a handful of fiery locks and yanked back, not to excruciating levels, but enough to send a thrilling chill down Fiona's spine. "Yes, hump me, my beloved king! Hump me!"
"What do you think I'm doing, Fiona?" Hiccup retorted in a husky tone while also landing a swift, sharp spank to her backside. "You're mine," he growled before looking at all his lovers, who were either playing together or touching themselves while watching him hump the three women. "You're all mine." He continued humping Fiona before continuing. "To love..." Pulling out of her and slamming back into Arianna, he smiled as she cried out in pleasure, "...to cherish..." he caressed her tenderly while placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, causing Arianna to push back against Hiccup's fierce thrusts while also touching Valka, "...and to breed." Pulling out of Arianna, Hiccup aimed his cock at Valka and slid inside of her once again, causing the older Haddock to mewl in delight.
Whilst Hiccup continued humping the three women stacked on top of each other, he then felt a hand turn his head, forcing him to look into the eyes of his wife, Astrid. She then brought him in for a fierce kiss, one he happily returned. It was hot, open-mouthed, and their tongues battling each other for dominance. All the while, Heather kisses along his neck while her hands roam his chest and pinch at his nipples, causing his growls of pleasure to be swallowed up by Astrid's kisses. The cries from the women Hiccup is humping grow louder Camicazi, Elsa, and Mala help bring the three off with talented fingers, their digits slipping inside of their sopping folds and crooking them upward, fingering them to help bring them off.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Valka cries out as Hiccup begins humping her again, the strength of his thrusts is deliciously good and drives the older Haddock mad with pleasure. "Son, I'm close!"
"M-Me too!"
As he continues to hump Valka, Arianna, and Fiona with feral intensity, Hiccup is shocked when the three women get up off of each other and they all begin to lick along the undersides of his cock, the feeling of their soft lips, and hot tongues along him causing Hiccup to burst. "Gods... UNGH... here it comes!" Rope after rope of his seed splatters along the three women's faces, their breasts, and some landing in their hair. Panting heavily to regain his breath, Hiccup watches as Elsa, Rapunzel, and Heather lick his mess off of the three women's faces and breasts before sharing heated kisses.
"Delicious," Elsa purred as she licked the excess of his mess off of her bottom lip. "Who will you hump next, my king?"
Pursing his lips in thought, Hiccup turned to Astrid. "What say you, Milady?" Pulling her to his side, he kissed her and grinned at her. "Is there anyone you want to see me hump?"
Sharing her husband's smile, Astrid eyed the woman as she considered who her husband should play with next. Her eyes settled on Namaari and smiled. "Her," all looked to the princess of Fang and she felt a flush warming her cheeks. "I believe she's the only one among us who hasn't yet experienced the dragon between your legs."
Raya, sharing Astrid's coy smile, nodded in confirmation. "That's right, that's because she's my woman, and prefers the embrace of a woman rather than the arms of a man." Turning to her best friend and lover, Raya pinched her chin and pecked her. "Isn't that right, Deb la?"
"Mmm," Namaari purred in confirmation before looking at Hiccup, eyeing him from head to toe. "Forgive me, I don't want to offend you, King Hiccup--"
"There's nothing to forgive," Hiccup shrugged. "If you prefer Raya humps you rather than me, then by all means." He then winked. "But if you change your mind, don't hesitate to join the fun."
He then took Astrid in his arms and began to kiss her deeply, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck and return his kiss happily. As everyone watched their rulers wrapped and entwined together, Hiccup's hands, which were on his wife's broad, strong shoulders, slid down her muscled back until he grabbed two handfuls of her pert backside, massaging her cheeks firmly. Moaning against his lips, Astrid returned the gesture and giggled against his lips when he let out a muffled gasp as she kneaded his pert backside with more passion.
Despite being king, Hiccup would never deny his queen, the love of his life, the mother of his true heirs, his closest ally in all of Midgard, and general of his army and Blue Valkyries, and so he allowed himself to be thrown down while Astrid straddled him. The queen looked over at Rapunzel with a smile and beckoned her to join them, with a squeal of excitement, the long blond-haired beauty made her way over to the king and straddled his face just as Astrid aligned herself over his cock and sunk into he was buried to the hilt.
"Gods, yes," Astrid gasped sharply as she slowly began riding her husband. Smiling at Rapunzel, who too began to let out soft mewls and gasps of pleasure as Hiccup grabbed her thighs and began eating her out. "Look at you," cooing at the beautiful blond riding her husband's tongue, Astrid tucked in a strand of her blond hair behind her ear, causing Rapunzel to look into Astrid's lust-filled eyes, "so beautiful," reaching out to cup Rapunzel's breasts, Astrid smiled as she closed her eyes while letting out a sweet moan. Her hands closed over Astrid's groping her breasts with her. "Do you like my husband's tongue, Rapunzel?"
"Y-Yes!"
"Do you like how he worships you like a goddess?" Astrid's fingers tugged at Rapunzel's nipples, and a sharp bolt of pleasure coursing through the long-haired blond was delicious. Laughing softly at the flushed blond riding Hiccup's tongue, Astrid cupped the back of her head and pulled her in until their mouths were inches apart. "So beautiful." She then kissed Rapunzel, and she returned the queen's kiss, one of her hands burying into Astrid's hair and the other caressing her breasts, all the while, both blondes rode Hiccup harder.
Despite the lewd display, the other women refused to be idle, and so Elsa took action as she reached for a chest at the foot of their large bed and pulled out a cast-molding phallus which is off of Hiccup's cock. This replica of the king's cock is attached to a strap, allowing the women to fasten it around their hips and use it for occasions like this. While strapping up, Elsa looked at Anna and smiled. "Would you care to hand me the oil, dear sister?" Nodding, Anna reached for a small bottle of oil, which had a pleasant scent fill the air, and handed it to her sister.
"Who do you plan on using that on, dear sister?"
Smiling at her sister, Elsa's eyes fell on Camicazi. "What do you say, Cami?" Approaching the short, yet busty blond, Elsa's eyes roamed her body and her pearly white teeth sunk into her bottom lip. "May I hump you?"
Grinning, the Bog Burglar got up on all fours and wiggled her backside in invitation. "By all means," as Camicazi was about to be humped from behind by Elsa, she looked at Jasmine and grabbed the Arab by the legs, throwing them over her shoulders, and looked up at the former sultana with lust-filled eyes. "Let's not leave you hanging." Camicazi dragged her tongue along the slit of Jasmine's sex until her nose brushed up against the small patch of dark curls between her legs.
"Biallah," Jasmine gasped in Arabic. Sitting up on her elbows, Jasmine watched as Elsa coated oil along the phallus bobbing between her legs before inching herself slowly into Camicazi until the short blond's backside was flushed with Elsa's lower stomach. "Yes, right there!" The Arab gasped sharply as Camicazi delved deeper between her legs while pumping her fingers in and out of her as well.
Meanwhile, Anna was embraced from behind by Fiona as she groped the redhead Viking's breasts, causing her to sigh and lean back against Fiona and savor the pleasant sensations. Merida suddenly cupped Anna's face, causing her to open her eyes and let out a gasp of surprise when the Scot kissed her, but she soon returned the kiss and buried her hands in Merida's fiery mane of crimson curls.
Valka and Mala, understanding that Arianna was once a Christian, dragged her into ways that would be called sinful, but to their ways, is considered pleasurable. Valka and Mala took turns exchanging heated, mind-spiraling kisses with the former Queen of Corona before the elder Haddock kissed along her neck and down her collarbone before taking her breasts in her hands, groping them before taking one of her nipples into her mouth. Arianna's head fell back as she savored the sensations washing over her, but her eyes quickly snapped open as she looked down between her legs to see Mala between her legs, spreading her lips apart and delving in.
"Gods, o-oh!" Arianna moaned she buried one hand in Mala's cropped hair while the other was in Valka's, raking her fingers along the elder Haddock's scalp, causing her to moan around Arianna's nipple. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." Mumbling incoherently, Arianna felt herself sinking into the darkened waters of sexual immorality, and despite knowing it was wrong, she wanted, no, craved more of it.
The whole room was filled with the lewd sound of sweaty skin slapping together, cries of pleasure ringing like a chorus along with expletives, and the stench of sex and desire was thick in the air. In the past, they would try to keep the noise down so that no one could hear them, but thankfully, the newly constructed Haddock house was further away from the village, and that meant Hiccup and his harem could be as loud as they wanted without being approached any angry Vikings complaining they and their families didn't sleep because they couldn't keep the noise down.
Hiccup had no doubt he would. one day find himself in Odin's grand halls in Valhalla one day, but right now, he was experiencing Valhalla on Midgard every time he made love to his wife and the women he had taken to his bed. Having two beautiful blonds riding his face and cock made Hiccup growl in delight as he increased his attention on Rapunzel, devouring her like a predator who had gone without food in days. His hands squeezed her thighs, holding her down to keep her from squirming out of his grasp.
"Yes, Hiccup! Your tongue feels so good!" Rapunzel moaned as she gyrated her hips and felt herself drawing closer to reaching her end. The long-haired blond could see Astrid riding Hiccup harder, her muscles tensing and her face twisting with pleasure. "Are you close, my queen?" Nodding frantically at Rapunzel's words, Astrid suddenly moaned aloud when Rapunzel's hand found itself between her legs and rubbed at her clit. "Go on, Astrid," Rapunzel giggled. "Come for your king."
Swearing loudly, Astrid reached her climax, and it soon set Hiccup off too as his hands momentarily left Rapunzel's thighs to grasp Astrid's as he then spurted rope after rope of his seed deep inside of her. Throwing her head back and moaning at the warm sensation of her husband planting his seed inside of her was a feeling Astrid would never tire of, especially if it meant providing Hiccup with another child. The Queen of Vikings slid out of Hiccup, causing his cock to bob and throb and an excess amount of his seed to trickle out of her as she slid to Rapunzel and helped Hiccup bring her off before massaging her breasts and fiddling her clit. It didn't take long for Rapunzel to reach her end as well, she came with a scream before collapsing onto the bed in a fit of giggles.
"That was so good."
Smiling at the sweaty blond, Hiccup crawled on top of her and presented his shining cock to her. Rapunzel took hold of him from the base and took him in her mouth, moaning at the taste of Astrid still on him. "Good girl," Hiccup praised while running a hand through her hair while slowly pumping in and out of her mouth. Once he was sure he was erect once again, he slid out of Rapunzel's mouth with a pop before leaning down and murmuring against her ear. "Who do you think I should hump next?" Astrid draped herself around Hiccup's back, running her hands along his torso and peppering kisses along his neck and shoulders.
"Mmmm, how about—"
The sudden sound of loud knocking filled the air, and everyone stopped. Again, the knocking continued, and by the sound of it, someone bore urgent news.
"King Hiccup, are you awake?"
With a groan, Hiccup pried himself off of Rapunzel and nuzzled against Astrid's face, kissing her before getting up off of the bed and putting pants on before heading downstairs to answer the door, revealing one of his Kingsguard, who was accompanied by two scouts. "Yes, I'm awake," the king replied. "What is it?"
"Apologies for disturbing you, Lord Hiccup," the Kingsguard bowed his head respectfully before gesturing to the scouts by his side. "But these two bring urgent news for you.
Looking at the scouts, Hiccup raised his eyebrows. "Well?"
"We spotted a fleet of Viking ships accompanied by ships similar to what the Knights of the Iron Legion sail in," one of the spies said.
The other spy spoke up. "We were able to get in close without arousing suspicion and saw that these Vikings are led by the traitor—Harald Haraldson and his son, Ulfbjorn the Undefeated."
Pursing his lips, Hiccup ran a hand through his sweaty hair and nodded. He should've known his rival would not back down from staking his claim for the title of King of Vikings. "Of course. I always knew that Harald would return and be a thorn in my side," scratching the stumbling on his chin, he then inquired. "Where are he and his allies camped?"
"They're camped off at the shores of the Greenfang Plains," the first scout reported. "Harald probably intends to challenge you to a holmgang for the title of King of Vikings."
"Of course he will," Hiccup scoffed before shaking his head. "But he won't be the one fighting me. He'll hide behind the reputation of his champion—Ulfbjorn."
Knowing that his rival would most likely send a Terror Mail to him soon, issuing the challenge to fight for both his life and his crown, Hiccup decided he would fight on his terms, not Harald's. And so he looked to his scouts and invited them inside his house. Reaching for a blank parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill, Hiccup began writing his challenge to Harald, telling him that if he wanted to take his life and his crown, he would fight like a man and do it himself, not hiding behind his son. And if he refuses, then he will have him and his son, along with his mercenaries reduced to dust by Typhoomerang fire.
After writing his challenge, he handed it to the closest scout. "Return to the Greenfang Plain shores and give this to Harald," he then beckoned his Kingsguard inside as well. "You and two dozen others will accompany these scouts as they deliver my challenge to Harald. If they kill any one of you, kill as many of them as you can."
"Yes, Lord Hiccup."
Dismissing his guests, Hiccup watched as they departed with a heavy heart. Once he closed and locked his door, he saw Astrid come down, wrapped in a thick, fur blanket to obscure her nudity from prying eyes. Approaching his wife, he took her hands and held her close.
"What is it?"
Sighing heavily, Hiccup replied. "Our old friend, Harald Haraldson, and his son, Ulfbjorn the Undefeated have returned, along with a large force of Viking mercenaries loyal to Ulfbjorn, and ultimately Harald himself. And they're accompanied by a massive force of Knights, which can no doubt be the Blackstone Legion," he then kissed her hair before looking into her eyes. "I've ordered the scouts who delivered me this news to go to Harald so that they can deliver my challenge to him—fight me and don't hide behind your son's reputation if you wish to become King of Vikings."
With a soft smile, Astrid placed a hand on his cheek. "You did the right thing, babe. This has been a confrontation long overdue," kissing him, she murmured against his ear. "The gods favor you, not Harald." Taking his hand, she gave him a coy smile. "Now, let's finish what we started, the others are waiting."
Nodding, Hiccup smiled as Astrid led him back upstairs and into the warm embrace of his lovers and their bed.
A/N: Almost done! Expect more updates soon!