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What's wrong with me?	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 76900 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/n dUN DUN DUNNNNN oh my word it's another chapter, finally right? sorry about that i havent been to well . I had half of it finished then come down with a bug, so sorry about that. Anyway massive thanks for your reviews and suppourt . Do reveiw if you like this, keeps the motivation going . Not many people wanted to guess at my hints, but to sailor nemesis, dont worry there key points but for good reasons. I'm not going to be writing paragraphs on a war... This is a sex story after all lol.
Anyway as always mistakes are my own and there will be some, i have no beta.
Enjoy and check the note at the bottom. Many thanks, Merlin

What's wrong with me?
Chapter ten
Over the line part two
Nuen... Cabin
A brief silence, all except an old man’s ragged breathing and a crackling fire filled the abandoned cabin atop the mountainside of Nuen.
Even the wind outside seemed to die down in that moment as two naked bodies lye next to one another on an old wooden bed. One belonging to a haggard, dirty, ugly, elderly pervert with wrinkled skin and a horrid odour. His face adorning a grey bearded yellow toothed smirk. He’d done it, he’d finally fucked his obsession but this was just the start. His overall plan to break her to his will, to have her become a willing slave to him without him commanding her with the Loki stone still his number one goal.
But God’s, was she by far the best fuck he’d had. The girl not even having to move, just the feeling of being inside her was a blessing from Valhalla itself. And to top it off, she had come, she had come from him fucking her on the first try. A sign? Maybe. But for now, he didn’t care, because as he looked down his old body, he saw his used cock already starting to harden once more, he knew he wasn’t going to waste time in fucking her again. Looking over at her silent form, the girl turned away from him, Mildew made his move to do just that.
The other body, now turned on its side facing away from the old man. Was instead young, toned, beautiful and anything but happy. The golden-haired Astrid laid naked, curled into herself, the old man’s seed leaking from her most private of areas. And unlike the man in the mask, she felt used, sick, and worst of all ... she was also horrified to the core, the enjoyment she had got from it obvious to both participants.
She wanted to cry, a virgin she was no more. Hiccup not the man to share the experience with. But it was about to become an even worse experience when she felt the old hand of her abuser on her shoulder.
“Please... not again...”
Some time later ...
She wasn’t going to cry, couldn’t in fact, far too much pride to do that with viewers, nor would she give this bastard the pleasure of seeing it. But as she once more lay turned from the man beside her, eyes staring straight at the decrepit wall of the hut she was trapped in, she really did feel like.
It had been three times now, three Thor forsaken times this old man had used her, and the worst of all, it was three times he had gotten her off. The seed between her legs from him finishing inside her an uncomfortable amount now.
One thing was for sure though, the naked blonde had stayed strong in one aspect. The two times more he had fucked her, he had always asked, not using his magic if she would get on top of him and fuck him. She knew instantly it was a way of trying to break her, there wasn’t a way in Hel that would happen. It would be even more of a betrayal to Hiccup then it already was, the annoyance the man in the mask clearly showed when she refused was also a plus admittedly. Instead, she had kept to looking away, letting him use her and get on with it.
After a few more moment’s, Astrid then felt the bed creak beside her, looking up cautiously, she watched the horrid, old naked form, that seemed so familiar but something she couldn’t place. Walk towards the sack he had brought for the trip, reaching in, she watched as he pulled out a smaller sack, the old pervert then pulling a small pot from the stitched bag.
The Viking watched as he then placed the contents of the bag into the pot, green herbs of some king falling in as he did. He then set about crushing and boiling it, before turning on his bare feet and walking towards her. That horrid cock of his swaying as he did.
“Drink.” Mildew said, passing the naked blonde the cup he had just mixed. Seeing her face of refusal, he decided to elaborate.
“Drink or get pregnant with my child, it’s your choice really, both sound good to me...”
Mildew had to smirk at her instant reaction as her eyes widened slightly and her wrapped hand reached out tentatively to take the concoction. It was a medicinal mixture from the trader Johan, someone oddly enough Mildew got along with. Although they were both up to no good, not that any idiot on Berk seemed to see it, maybe its why they seemed to make friends.
Watching her drink, the old man then regrettably went about getting back into his clothes. The sun had begun to slowly set, meaning they had to leave before anyone became suspicious, it was only meant to be a day’s quest Astrid had gone out for.
“Get up and get dressed Astrid...”
The command was blunt, as he watched the blonde finish of the horrid birth control tea before getting up slowly and reaching for her clothes.
Silence filled the air as they both got dressed, both with different thoughts on there mind. One filled with relief, it seemed the horror was over for at least a little bit, the other, his annoyance was beginning to grow more and more. He was impatient, and her lack of progress was troubling him to say the least. He needed to regroup and plan, if he ever wanted the real Astrid to bow to him willingly then he had to somehow get it done before she married that little brat.
Admittedly he could take control of Hiccup, control him, and tell him to break it off. But if Astrid found out, she would just double down on her stubbornness, the blonde wasn’t stupid after all. So doing that was off the table, all he knew was it was a race to the owner ship of Astrid’s perfect body and mind, and the competitive streak of Mildew wouldn’t let him loose.
Once they were both ready and dressed, Mildew walked out the door recalling Stormfly before they both hopped onto her back and made their way off. Mildew being dropped at the bottom of the island, where the traders ported, his friend Johan agreeing to give him a lift on the way to Berk while Astrid took flight back towards the island, she called home. The blonde trying to ignore the warm seed that continued to drip into her tights.
The next morning...
The sun rose, as its warm tendrils of heat stroked Astrid’s face. The blonde sitting at one of the highest points of Berk, staring out to sea, her feet dangling over the edge of the Cliffside.
Behind her, her partner and dragon Stormfly, the beast gnawing happily on a chicken bone keeping her friend company. The dragon sensing a lot was on the blonde’s mind.
A statement that was never truer, the weight of the world seemingly resting on the young teen’s shoulders.
“I really am a whore”
The words trickled out of the blonde’s mouth as she muttered to herself. The guilt constant, the hate as well.
“Three times, three times I came for that horrid bastard.”
And that wasn’t counting the enjoyment she got from him coming to a finish inside her. Or the way he spoke to her.
“For Thors sake, if it wasn’t for him bringing that tea, who knows what else the whole ordeal could of brought.”
The main problem she was having was just how, how was she going to face looking Hiccup in the eye with her knowing deep down she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Not pure for him, that her love wouldn’t be her first. Because no matter what she endured at the hands of the man in the mask, no matter what she experienced good or bad she wouldn’t submit to him. Or give him what he wanted. It’s why she refused his offer of her being on top, she wouldn’t ‘fuck him’, no matter her body’s reaction to when he fucked her. The blonde realising quickly, it would seem something of a submission to him.
She vowed then and there; she would continue to fight him. For Hiccup, for her pride no matter the messed-up thoughts and feelings he gave her. The man in the mask wouldn’t win... she was a Berkian dammit.
Her elbow resting on her knee, her chin in the palm of her hand she sighed. Her life wasn’t meant to be this, it was meant to be simple. Be the strongest Viking in the history of Berk, and marry the man she loved alongside her friend’s.
Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t put off facing Hiccup any longer as the tell-tale sign of Toothless roaring to signify his approach blistered through the air. He would know instantly if she showed any sign of something going on, Hiccup very much attuned with her when he wanted. So, she once more went back to her original thoughts, he may have fucked her and taken another step, but her goal was still a simple one. Find out how he did it and find out how to stop him so she could continue her life as she wanted to, everything else would be put down to a simple nightmare.
A few moments later...
“Hey Astrid, your dad said I’d find you here. You’re up and out early, is everything okay? Did the quest go well?”
Her father, now there was another issue, the man in the mask having clearly taken control of him. Her dad asking her almost stupidly when she got in the night before, how her Hofferson quest had gone. It hadn’t taken her long to realise he was under the man in the masks influence. Who this guy was, she had no idea but the fact he was at her wedding announcement signified a Berkian and not a visitor? Something that troubled her no end.
“It went well thanks; I’m just taking in the sunrise. It’s always a way to a calm mind.”
When Hiccup smiled at her words and nodded, her heart almost forgot everything and just lit up. This man really was something special. She then watched as he sat down beside her, dangling his metal foot and his one good one over the edge like she was.
“Your dad said not to pry about your Hofferson quest, you know, top secret stuff an all that.” Hiccup then said, budging her shoulder gently with a smile.
“But one day I’d love to know the details.”
Astrid put on a smile, a fake yet convincing smile.
“One day, maybe when we’re married hmmm?”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. her mind really said, her words once more a lie. But they had done what she wanted, he had once again smiled at her, her heart skipping faster as he then placed his scrawny arm around her shoulders. Her now... non virgin shoulders.
I won’t submit
Astrid told herself, head resting on Hiccup’s shoulder. The only issue, as more time went on... the statement seemed less and less true.
Mildew’s hut...
Mildew sat alongside his sheep Fungus, staring from his window, down towards the shithole called Berk. Everyone running around, working together and training their dragons. Mildew despised them. Well, all but one...
His memory’s showing the recent days spent with his blonde ‘whore’. He’d finally fucked her, three times in fact. But she still wouldn’t break, the man at a loss on where to go next.
His fingers ran through his straggly beard, thinking on what to do. It wasn’t like he’d ever done this before. One idea stuck out prominently though. But he knew the pain would cause more dislike. But like a lightning strike from Thor himself, he worked out an idea. A way for her body to adapt quicker to him, cutting out the pain in the long run.
But he would wait for darkness first, for everyone to be asleep. To give him the opportunity to strike.
Night….
Mildew snuck through Berk, avoiding guards and any of the watch tower’s, he knew the best ways by heart as he headed off towards Astrid’s home. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, that was for sure, and now with a plan to take things even further with the blonde he moved as swiftly as he could. Once he reached their home, his staff gripped in his hand, he knocked on the door. He knew Lars and his wife stayed downstairs, and he hoped at this late hour Astrid would be asleep. Relief washing over him when the bulky form of Lars opened the door, annoyed at being disturbed only for the man to lay eyes on Mildew. The Loki stone kicking in quickly...
“Augh my good friend Mildew, what can I do for you this hour?”
Mildew struggled not laugh at the man who hated him greeting him like the best of friends, the stone was truly marvellous that was for sure.
“I want to sleep in your daughters’ bed tonight like I sometimes do, is that okay Lar’s?”
The big man nodded, smiling cheerfully and so cluelessly as he guided the horrid old man into his house.
“Want to go and check she’s asleep first like you always do? I don’t want to give her a fright.”
Once more the giant warrior nodded, thinking he was doing nothing more then helping his good friend Mildew. Once he came back down and gave the go ahead, Mildew once more slipped up the stairs and into the sleeping blonde’s room.
Once he reached her door, the old man peaked through, he didn’t have his mask with him tonight, so he had to be extra cautious until he got in and commanded her not to awake. Walking into the room he creeped gently eventually Reaching the bed, the blonde lightly snoring her body turned away from him, her beautiful golden hair all he could see.
“Astrid, you will stay asleep until I say otherwise, but you will answer me while you do, do you understand?”
The wrinkled old man waited, until he heard the soft murmuring of yes coming from the sleeping blonde. Unlike the last few times he had been here though, he didn’t get undressed, instead he stayed in his normal clothes as he then made another command.
“Astrid, I want you to stay sleeping but I want you to get up and get dressed into your normal clothes. Before getting back into bed”
It was bizarre, but almost humorous to see the strong Viking rise up, eyes open but not awake as she slowly walked around her room, grabbing her clothing and putting it on, all the way down to her brown fur boot’s. It was even more odd watching her then fully clothed, slip back between her rug and turn away from him once again, the blonde now fully dressed but peacefully sleeping again. All the while not noticing he was sitting on the bed right beside her. Once she was settled again, her light breathing kicking in, the old pervert then slipped between the covers himself, his withered arms wrapping around the now fully dressed blonde.
“Astrid, whatever I say, your mind will dream, and you’ll feel any feeling I tell you too. You’ll remember the dreams before in the dream your about to have as if they where true memories. Were going to pick back up where we left last time, do you understand Astrid? You’ll return to your whorish self while you dream until I let you wake up.”
He smirked when he saw her nodding, before he once again leaned in, his lips by her ear when he began to speak.
Astrid’s mind/dream as Mildew speaks to her..
The snow fell hard, the morning bitter and cold as Astrid awoke from her slumber. Memories of the night before hitting her, she couldn’t believe what she had done. But the worst part was, it wasn’t the first time either, two other times she had allowed Mildew to enter her home at night behind her husbands back. And each time they had pleasured each other with their hands and mouth, the old bastard even putting his tongue between her arse cheeks. Worst of all, she had loved it, and deep down she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist again. No matter the risks with her husband being the chief. He had scratched that itch, that need to be treated like a whore that constantly rang through the blonde’s mind. And even though she was wracked with guilt, she couldn’t quell the need, and she hated herself for it.
But all she knew now, was she needed to make up with her husband. Arguing just to stay at hers so Mildew could visit was something that needed to stop. She had to get a hold of herself.
So, with that in mind, she got dressed, going with her old faithful attire. Her blue tunic, skull belted brown leather skirt and blue tights. Topped off with her fur boots, hand wraps, shoulder pads and head band. When she was ready, she then headed off towards her home, where Hiccup was to sort the mess out, trying to forget about what she had been up to behind his back.
Later that day…. Berks great hall
The day had gone by relatively normal; the blonde having made up with her husband, the two on good terms as they ran the tribe helping to stop any fights and emergencies, all the while dealing with the other goings on. Astrid at Hiccups side, enjoying his company, trying to keep the thoughts of Mildew from entering her mind.
But as they sat, the whole tribe enjoying their food together, the blonde caught sight of the one man she didn’t want to. As she sat next to her husband, and opposite all her friends, the last thing she expected was to see Mildew, someone who never ate with the tribe much, appear and take a seat in the back corner. Instantly, she felt his green, piercing eyes staring at her, his line of sight not breaking even when he placed his food in his mouth.
Looking around, Astrid checked to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone seemed preoccupied. Laughing and joking, having too much of a good time to even care about the rickety, horrid Mildew sitting in the corner. She watched as he finished off his turkey bone, dropping it to his plate his eyes never leaving her. She had to admit, it was making her nervous, and for some reason, she felt warmth between her legs as his eyes looked her over. Wiping his mouth, he then mouthed to her, the blonde getting the picture, he wanted her to follow him outside.
Astrid didn’t want to risk it, but she had given into him, he now had blackmail material over her if she dared challenge him .
“ Hiccup” Astrid said, tugging gently at his shoulder getting the young chief’s attention. His caring gaze on her instantly. “ I’ll be back in a little while, feel a little off and need some air .”
“Do you want some company?” Hiccup replied back, wanting to make sure his wife was okay .
“ Don’t worry, I’ll be fine think it’s a slight stomach upset from the food . You spend some time with the guys” Astrid said, before she leaned over giving her husband and chief a little peck on the lips. A goofy smile adorning his face as she did.
Excusing herself from the table, the blonde Cheiftess made sure not to make eye contact with anyone as she walked out the Great Hall with purpose, not wanting anyone to see the nerves she was truly feeling. Once outside the bitter cold hit her skin fast, the breeze chilling her to the bone. But being the Viking she was, weather like this barely faced her anymore.
The now red cheeked Astrid looked around, the tribe of Berk silent. Everyone but the tower watchmen inside and eating with friends. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of Mildews stick knocking against the ground, the noise coming from the side of the Great Hall.
Swallowing slightly, she made sure no one was around before silently following the noise. The side area dark and secluded.
“It’s good to see you my Cheiftess whore.”
Astrid could see the green eyes of Mildew staring at her. The silhouette of his form obvious even in the darkened area.
She didn’t reply back, it wasn’t like she could rebut his claim after what she had done. When she moved a few steps closer, she couldn’t stop a slight sound of shock to escape her lips when the old man pounced at her, grabbing her fast and pushing her up against the wall . His horrid breath warming her face as he leaned in close, hands slapped against the wall behind her . His old body close to her young one.
She had to hold herself back from retaliating, her usual reply would of been a stern headbutt, but she knew she couldn’t hurt him. It would be the end of her if he decided to speak about there actions. So instead she gave him a sharp glare, making it clear she didn’t like being manhandled . But it only seemed to make him smirk his infuriating smirk.
“ Now, now don’t be like that. Because up until now you’ve just loved how I’ve handled you.”
Astrid cringed inwardly, because the worst part was, she couldn’t deny this old perverts’ words. And she was too far gone now to change that.
“You can’t... This is too public.” Astrid said, her words true. She was married to Hiccup for Thors sake.
But it didn’t stop Mildew from laughing, the old pervert merely smirking more.
“I think its time for another session don’t you ?”
Astrid swallowed, wanting to say no. But the inner whore in her, the tranced part knew she couldn’t resist. He scratched her itch .
“I... I’ll sneak out later and meet you in my room .”
She didn’t expect his reply though as he shook his head, chuckling as he did.
“ Oh no.” Mildew retorted, his hand then reached down under her leather skirt before slipping into her tights. Astrid unable to move, her mind and body not wanting too even if it was wrong. His hand finding her moistening plump pussy. The old pervert instantly rubbing her cunt, causing her to let out a shaky breath.
“Oh no my dear Astrid, I want more then just are usual little session . I want this as well, I want to show you how a real man fucks a whore.”
The words only ramped up the heat that was growing between her legs as she leaned back against the wooden structure of the Great Hall. The old pervert playing with her pussy in the light of the night sky. Instantly though, like cold water being thrown on her she shot that down .
“No... No way, I can’t risk getting pregnant behind Hiccups back . And definitely not to you .”
“Oh, I'm offended, I really am.” Mildew replied, sarcasm evident in his voice. “You hadn’t minded the last few times I’d been alone with you.”
“It…. I… “Astrid struggled to get the words out, Mildew’s finger still moving over her slit, causing her to shudder until she gained enough composure to reply properly.
“If anyone found out I’d be exiled so fast…”
She watched as the old man stopped for a second, before slipping, much to her annoyance, his finger from between her leg’s. Astrid watched as the old pervert then lifted his hand, slipping the finger that had just been inside her into his mouth. Mildew moaning in enjoyment as her taste touched his tongue.
Pulling his finger from his mouth, he then reached over, gripping the blondes chin, gently raising It so she was looking up at him. He then, with his free hand reached for his pocket, pulling out a small vial of liquid, handing it to a confused looking Astrid.
“Meet me in your dam dragons stable, but first, put that in your husbands drink before you go to bed, hell sleep for hours uninterrupted. And Astrid? Don’t make me wait…”
With that, the old man then left, leaving a puzzled Astrid Hofferson, breathing slightly heavier and leaning against the wall of the great hall. He hadn’t answered her, hadn’t said he would settle for what they had going, not full-on sex. But as she stood there, leaning, breathing at a more rapid pace, Astrid knew she had to go later, her moistening cunt ruling over her thought’s.
Back in the real world…
Mildew held the sleeping body of Astrid against him, his cock throbbing as he felt her body all over. It was time to move it to the next part of his little story but this one needed her to return to the real world. Leaning in close, his warm breath on her, he then made another command.
“Astrid, once I leave the room and the door closes, you’re going to stay in your dream state and leave your house. Once you do, you’re going to wake up, but you’ll believe its still your dream and you’ve just put your husband to sleep and you’re on your way to meeting me. Your thoughts and feelings, along with your actions will be that of your dream.”
With that, Mildew let go of her, slipping from the bed and out the door. The noise it made, setting off his command as a sleeping Astrid rose from her bed and followed an already vanished Mildew out the room.
As soon as she left her house, her mind then clicked, like a switch going off in her head she suddenly returned to her dream state. Confusion hit Astrid, not quite able to remember how she got outside her parent’s house already, maybe in her nervous state after putting Hiccup to sleep she had blacked out a little and moved on auto pilot. Shaking the confusion from her mind, the blonde looked around, it was dark, deadly silent around Berk. Making sure not to be in the eyeline of any of the watch towers, she stealthily headed towards the stable she housed Stormfly in.
Why am I doing this to my husband…?
The blonde couldn’t shake the thought, but the command Mildew had given the first time he had visited her and changed her dreams still stood. The blonde couldn’t shake the need her whore self-had for something Hiccup just wouldn’t give her.
Once she reached the door to Stormfly stable she slipped inside, closing the large wooden door behind her. She couldn’t see anything, the room completely dark, only the raspy sound of her dragon snoring in the pitch black. All of that changed though when she heard movement, before a torch was lit. She watched as the now illuminated form of Mildew walked around the area lighting a few more torches he had clearly placed. Her dragon no where to be seen as she looked around the mud-covered floor, she could only assume the old man had somehow gotten her to move into the other room of her stable to sleep.
“Don’t worry, Stormfly won’t bother us, she’s nice and tucked away in her room.”
Astrid didn’t know what to say, not sure where this was going to go, the blonde knowing there was no way she could give him what he had wanted outside the great hall. She wasn’t sure what he would have in mind.
“I can’t give you what you want Mildew.”
She watched as his head cocked to the side, a sadistic smile adorning his face.
“Oh, you will Astrid, but just not the way you think...”
She was unsure what he meant, as the old form of Mildew began walking towards her, her feet stood still, unable to move. Her mind racing a mile a minute trying to workout what he meant.
“It’s simple my dear Astrid, I want the hole your husbands never touched.”
Confusion was evident on the blondes face until it clicked and clicked fast. The thought horrified her, even overriding the whore command for a moment.
“You must be joking, that’s not happening…”
Mildew smirked, unknown to the blonde, he knew in her dream whore state she would be much more susceptible to liking his idea. He just needed to give her the right motive.
“Okay my chief-Tess, you can go then...”
The old Viking licked his lips, watching the odd look appear on Astrid’s face, before she spoke.
“As easy as that?”
Nodding, the elderly man put his hand out in indication that she was more then okay to leave. But it wasn’t long before he pushed at a button, he knew would work into the Loki stones power.
“Yep, as easy as that, and I won’t even tell Hiccup. But just remember, when he’s on top of you, not treating you like the Whore you are, not treating you like you need to be treated… Don’t come running back to me.”
And just like that, Mildew watched the realisation appear over the dream state of Astrid, the old man continuing the conjured-up story to a t. Her whore self-running rampant, the real Astrid no where to be seen.
The blonde shieldmaiden knew he was right, she loved Hiccup, but he wouldn’t give her what she wanted. Couldn’t in fact, he wasn’t like that no matter how much she tried to get him to. But Mildew was, but what he wanted…. She knew some Viking women did it, but not many, only the ones not wanting to get pregnant and still wanting to keep their virtues intact. She was the former…. But could she really do something like that, something so dirty? She was Astrid Hofferson for Thor’s sake, she had her dignity. But like water hitting its boiling point, her whore self-took over completely. She needed what Mildew could give her, she needed to keep this dirty part of herself sated.
“This will stay secret?” Astrid asked, swallowing slightly as Mildew nodded. The old pervert staring intently at her form.
Silence followed, until the hated Viking spoke. Not wanting to delay anything anymore.
“If you want this whore, then why not make the first move... Otherwise ill just leave”.
The need too much, Astrid closed her eyes, breathing in deeply to steady herself before approaching the old pervert standing in the middle of Stormflys stables. Not wanting to look him in the eye, not wanting to give Mildew the satisfaction of him knowing he was what she needed that much she stared down at the midsection of his body. Her fur boots barely making a sound as she made her way to him, and without pause dropped to her knees, his area level with her big blue eyes. Not waiting a moment, her wrapped hands reached up grabbing at his dirtied trousers, her fingers making quick work of his roped belt.
“Good choice whore.” Mildew goaded, looking down at the blonde as she pulled at his trousers, the material slipping down his old Haggard’s legs and pooling at his ankles while releasing his massive cock, a cock that was already semi hard. Gods he wished for her to do this in real life, not in this state, but he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as the warped version of Astrid reached up, gripping his cock in her petit hand’s.
His eyes closing as he enjoyed her touch once more as she began stroking his cock, it never got old, her hands getting more adapt as time went on, the more he visited and took control of her, whether she liked it or not, she was improving quickly.
Astrid knew it was wrong, but her whore side loved the feel of the old man’s big cock in her small hand. Loved the feel as it got harder and harder as she began slowly pumping at it. His large bulbous head pulsating in front of her eye’s, alongside the thick shaft and large hanging old balls. It put Hiccup’s cock to shame. She stopped just for a moment when she felt his large, withered hand grip the back of her hair, pushing her ever so slightly towards him. It doesn’t take a genius to know what he wanted, and as she became more and more turned on at the situation, she didn’t resist.
Leaning her pretty lips forward, she opened them enough to take the beginning of the old smelly cock in front of her in, her lips slipping over his head causing the old man to let out a hiss from above her. The blonde Vikings cunt getting wetter and wetter by the second, the thought anyone could hear them as she began blowing Mildew in the middle of the night, only the door of the stables between them and the open. Her knees already aching from the rock-hard ground, she just ignored it as she began to bob her mouth up and down.
“That’s it Mrs Haddock, just like that...”
Her nipples hardened at him using her married named as her pussy pulsated even more, she should have thrown him down, attacked him or something but instead the way he spoke only made her mouth move faster. Her saliva covering his cock more and more, his old man taste flooding her mouth as the seconds went by in the dragon’s stable. His wrinkled hands found there way to her long blonde braid, gripping her soft hair firmly as she took him in again and again, inch by inch.
Her hair in hand, the old man began forcing her forward at his own pace, making sure to push his large cock down her wet velvety throat with enough force to make her let out a choking sound.
“Relax your throat whore, you don’t want someone to walk past and hear you do we...”
Doing as she was told, not realising a command had set in, Astrid’s hands reached out, her palms placed on the elderly Vikings old legs to keep her steady, needing to as Mildew began once more fucking her throat. His bulbous head blocking her airway repeatedly, the blonde dribbling, her eyes beginning to water as he fucked her mouth harder and harder.
“God’s, I hope Hiccup walks in and see’s what a little slut his wife truly is…” Mildew said, letting out a low growl after. Keeping to the dream’s storyline, and yet he almost wanted it to be true as he once again claimed his obsessions mouth. The sound of her gasping for breath, her throat making a slurping noise every time he pushed back and forth made him shiver in delight, made his growl in dominance.
Normally a statement like that, if her mind weren’t in its current predicament, it would have horrified the blonde. But as Mildew treated her like some common whore, she couldn’t deny it would have turned her on to no end. Like a furnace was lit between her legs, her tights almost became uncomfortable as her pussy got wetter and wetter. She needed to touch it, rub it, fuck it… and she couldn’t help herself as the temptation became too much. Not wanting to let the old pervert above notice, she gently took her right hand off his leg, before she reached slyly under her leather skirt. Her hand pulled at her tights, but she couldn’t get them down, her belt to tight around her waist to be able to achieve what she wanted. So, she did the best she could, place the tips of her fingers over her tights covered cunt. Brief embarrassment at how wet they were pushed aside as the blonde gently began rubbing at her slit. The feeling causing her eyes to close slightly in pleasure, even though it wasn’t enough.
The room filled with the old man’s grunts of enjoyment, followed by Astrid’s struggling breaths as his cock continued to jack hammer in her mouth. The old pervert calling her horrid thing’s, degrading things but each time It only served to turn the warped mind of Astrid on even more. All the while Astrid rubbed her cunt the best she could, pushed on her clit in secret loving the way Mildew treated her.
It went on for what seemed an eternity, the blondes throat becoming sore before Mildew finally pulled back on her braid harshly, a pop sound escaping as his cock left the lips of the shield maiden. He hadn’t wanted to stop, and as he pulled her hair back, forcing her to look up at him, her lips a swollen red, her eyes watering and her breathing heavy he desperately wanted to put his cock back in her mouth. But he didn’t, he resisted temptation, he knew the risk of what he was doing, how open this was so he wanted to push on with his true goal. Letting go of her, the blonde slumping back slightly, her big blue eyes looking at his throbbing cock swaying in front of her, he made his next move. Her mouth after all wasn’t what he had come for.
“Turn around and put your ass up like a dog my Cheiftess.”
Astrid knew what was coming, what he wanted, what she had agreed. A faint feeling of dread hit her, but it was clouded out by the Loki stones powers. The whore in her could only go along with his words, wanting what his dirty mind wanted. So, with that thought, the young Astrid did what he wanted, turning her body, her breathing still ragged as she turned from him, her eyes facing the floor as she presented herself, much like a dog wood.
Fuck yes, why can’t the real you be like this whore… Mildew thought, lust running rampant at what he was about to do. Not wasting a moment, the old man got to his knees behind her, leaning over her body before his hands found her skull belt. Undoing it, he let the straps hang as he flipped her brown leather skirt over, the material leaning on the bottom of her back, covering part of her blue tunic as her purple tights where now on show, framing her amazing arse perfectly for the old man.

His old hands did quick work of reaching forward and pulling the tights off Astrid’s stunning rear, revealing her toned, perfect ass, along with a nice view of the cunt he had come to love so much. He knew he needed to get her ready, get her at more at ease so with that thought he reached forward again, his hands gripping her ass cheeks as he pulled them apart, gazing upon her puckered pink starfish staring at him, much like her pussy, this was perfection as well. In their two dream sessions before, he had tasted her ass both times, the taste as addictive as the blonde’s slit.
Astrid waited in anticipation, she had felt his tongue and fingers in her darkest of holes but nothing more then that. The cold breeze making it tighten slightly every time it hit, staring down at the floor, thoughts of her husband long gone, the only thing now left was nerves and her need to be used. She didn’t have to wait long when she felt the snake like tongue of Mildew begin to lick at her hole, the most hated man on Viking’s tongue sliding all over. Her eyes clenched tight, never in her life would she have thought someone licking her arse would have been something she would have loved so much, but as the dirty pervert did, she couldn’t deny what she felt as shiver of pleasure rumbled through her tight teen body.
“You like that Mrs Haddock?” Mildew said in between movements, his cock raging at the taste of her hitting his tongue.
“… Yes…”
When he heard her reply, a quite whisper of yes, it drove the old man on as he slipped his tongue deeper into her arsehole, the blonde Viking letting out a shuddering breath as he did.
Thor…. Astrid cried inwardly at his movement, the blondes mind now completely gone to Loki stone, she didn’t care to even hide it as she reached back between her legs, her right hand finding her aching pussy. Her fingers rubbing at her throbbing clit, causing her to grit her teeth as Mildew continued to ravage her other hole. The proud Viking not even caring that the horrid old man clearly noticed her movement.
“That’s it, play with that little cunt Mrs Haddock…” Mildew goaded in between movements as he listened with pleasure to the blonde shield maiden breathing pick up pace. Holding her cheeks firmly spread, he pushed his tongue in as deep as he could, the taste of her amazing arsehole flooding his mouth, a cry slipping from her lips at his movement. He continued, licking, and kissing at her starfish before he suddenly pulled away, his mouth removed from her body, but his touch only left for a moment as he then without warning pushed two of his long, withered fingers into her wanting hole.
“ SH….” Astrid began to say, before groaning out a pained/pleasured moan as the dirty Vikings fingers pushed inside her. Her sphincter tightening instantly around his finger’s, the intrusion a shock as her virgin hole began to get fingers by the most hated man on Berk. She wanted to tell him stop, he was pushing into too deep, too hard. But she knew what she had agreed, it was this, or nothing and she was too far gone to have nothing.
“Relax Astrid…” Mildew said, before smirking down at his blonde obsession tensing up as he moved his fingers back and forth. She was beautiful, a Valkyrie on earth, and had a body of a goddess. The heat from her arse like a furnace around his fingers, his cock throbbing at the thought of burying himself in deep.
It went on for a while, and if another Viking had passed and peaked inside, they would have been met with the sight of Astrid Hofferson, with her arse up in the air as Mildew, the man not a soul like plunged his fingers in and out of her tight arsehole. The blondes facing showing both pain and pleasure.
He knew he couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to take her now, wanted to feel her around his cock. He knew it wouldn’t be pleasant for her at first, but that wasn’t going to stop him as he pulled his wrinkled fingers from her rear. He then shifted around behind her once more, the blonde panting, her young fingers still rubbing gently at her clit as she looked down at the ground, the normally fearless Viking clearly nervous. They both knew what was next after all.
Grabbing at her fur boots, Mildew pulled them from her feet, throwing them to the side before removing her tights from her toned, creamy white legs and chucking them just in front of her eyeline. Her skirt still on, still flipped up against her back he shuffled behind her and took his position. Spitting on his hand, he made sure his cock was nice and soaked before he spoke to his blonde obsession.
“Now for the good part whore, put the crotch of your tights in your mouth, we don’t want you to attract any attention, do we?”
The dream stated Astrid knew this was it, knew there wasn’t another option she liked, so she could only nervously do what he said as she placed her tights in her mouth, without realising it, the Loki stones commands had made sure the shield maiden had taken the crotch of her tights into her mouth. The blonde’s own essence flooding onto her tastebuds, causing her eyes to close, the taste of herself not unpleasant. Her nerves ramped up when she felt Mildew grab the left side of her waist, pulling her back slightly, making her present herself even more to the man.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this…” Mildew said, his voice full of lust as gripped his cock in hand before lining up the throbbing head of his cock against her tightest of holes. He then spoke once more, not goading her this this time.
“Just relax Astrid… Relax...”
And with that, he slowly pushed forward, the tip of his cock probing at her entrance, almost instantly he could hear muffled breaths coming from the female Viking as he began to penetrate her virgin hole. He was barely in, and yet he could instantly feel the heat, the tightness of her arse.
Astrid didn’t know what to do, where to look, so she could only close her eyes tight as she felt Mildew’s cock begin to push inside her. This Astrid not knowing that every one of her virginities now belonged to the scrawny, withered old pervert that currently had the tip of his cock inside her. It felt painful already, it felt so much fatter then his two fingers had as Mildew then placed both of his hands at her waist as he forced more and more inside, inside something that wasn’t meant for this. A Muffled cry of pain slipped from her lips as the elderly pushed over an inch inside her young body, but her cries were not going to stop his movement, his purpose as he merely continued to penetrate her deeper.
She felt like she was being stretched in ways she never had, as inch after invaded her insides. She could feel nothing but the searing pain, her generally high threshold being pushed to the max.
“Thor, your arse is so fucking tight” Mildew said, his voice a low tone. Her arsehole was like pure fire, unbelievably tight, and unbelievably good. He could feel her body shake from the pain she was clearly feeling, but he didn’t care, she wouldn’t come to love it, if she couldn’t get over this part. So, he pushed himself in further, gritting his teeth as more and more of his old, fat cock stretched her and disappeared past her back entrance. He got about four inches in, before pulling out, causing her to let out a breath of clear relief. But it was only for a mere moment, as he then pushed back in, his cock slipping in slightly easier. The old man repeating it, getting a little more in each time, and each time, she groaned out a muffled groan of pain. The tights in her mouth stopping the noise from echoing out.
Once he was at around five inches, he pulled it out again, but this time, this time he pushed it back in and didn’t stop. Didn’t Stop no matter the anguished noises coming from the shield maiden he had been so obsessed with. The old man thrust his cock in deep, making sure he forced in every inch he could, until all but the smallest amount of his cock wasn’t buried deep inside her.
“Gods...” Mildew said, his voice low and full of lust. Her arse so tight around him, he was shocked he hadn’t blown a load inside her already. But it was time now, she would have to adapt, as he then pulled out until only the tip was inside, only to force it back in, this time fully all at once.
Astrid felt dizzy, the pain too much as the old man began to fuck her arse properly. The fullness was too much, he was so big, Thor was he big. Her hand having left her pussy awhile ago, instead her fingers were currently dug tensely into the muddy floor of Storm fly’s stable as the eighteen-year-old Viking was fucked anally for the first time in her short life.
The pain went on for a little while longer, until the whore side of her began to rise once again. Her body beginning to adapt as over and over the throbbing cock of Mildew penetrated her sphincter. The pain biggening to ease, the Loki stones commands helping her body adapt faster, as to the blonde’s surprise, alongside the pain, pleasure began to appear.
And what neither of them both knew, that right at that moment dream or no dream, it wasn’t the whore side of Astrid that let out a moan of enjoyment. It was the real one, the blondes body enjoying the cock it was being treated too.
“That’s it…” Mildew said, his voice full of lust as he heard her first true moan of pleasure from his cock in her arse. “You like that don’t you my Cheiftess”.
When she didn’t reply, he brought his right hand down hard onto her ass cheek as he continued to thrust inside her. The blonde gasping at his hand hitting her skin.
“I said you like that don’t you my Cheiftess whore!!” Mildew repeated, his voice firmer, his breathing haggard as he continued to fuck Astrid’s arse. A smirk coming as he watched the blonde nod, agreeing with his questioning.
“Good slut, now reach between your legs and rub your clit while I teach you a lesson that husband of yours never would.”
Doing as she was told; the Astrid reached her right hand between her legs again. Two fingers finding her swollen nub as she began rubbing it in unison with the old man’s movements.
It felt good, and she hated how good it had begun to feel, she was a married, strong Viking female and she was enjoying an old man fucking her darkest of holes. But the pain had started to subside, had become enjoyable. The fullness she felt like none other, and when she mixed the pleasure of playing with her pussy, her body relaxed more, welcomed him even more. It didn’t shock her after that, when the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm began to build in her core.
The old man still nearly full dressed, his tights around his ankles as he began fucking Astrid’s ass at a much faster pace. The female Viking bottomless, her toned legs on show, tights in mouth and skirt bunched up over her waist began moaning into her bottoms more and more, faster, and faster. The two in the throws of pleasure as Mildew fucked her relentlessly.
“Thor you feel so fucking good...” Mildew grunted out of clenched teeth, his hands gripping her waist as he pounded into her arsehole hard. Her body moving back and forth as he used her, took her for himself, all the while Astrid thought this was nothing more then a naughty dream. The old man could feel it, could feel his balls biggening to tighten as he edged closer and closer to the edge.
Little did he know, Astrid was the same as he hand rubbed faster and faster against her clit as she basked in the feeling of Mildew’s cock filling her insides. When the need to come became to much for young Viking, when she was nothing, but a lust filled mess she did something that shocked the old man. As without thinking, she spat her tights out, the material hitting the floor unceremoniously in front of her. She couldn’t stop herself after, couldn’t stop the want coming from her mouth, couldn’t stop the words of lust slipping from her pretty lips, her voice strangled with pleasure.
“Gods fuck my arse, you dirty old pervert Mildew, fuck my whore arse, fill it up!”
It shocked Mildew to hear it, her whore version or not, it wasn’t prompted, was it a sign? He didn’t know but gods he would remember her voice begging him. Obliging wasn’t an issue, as it spurred him on, as he thrust deep every time, each time harder, until it was too much for the old man to take. As his body shuddered, an almost feral growl of pleasure slipping from his bearded lips as he pushed himself fully into her now well fucked hole. Not being able to hold out, waves of pleasure hitting him as his orgasm took hold, load after load of his essence shooting into the waiting arsehole of Astrid Hofferson. Much to his shocked pleasure, she then herself groaned out loudly, her body shaking beneath him as it was seemingly to much for her as well.
When she felt the old mans cock throb inside her, hit her deepest point as he began to unload into her. The blonde was rocked by her own orgasm, her hand rubbing vigorously at her clit as tendrils of pleasure ruptured up through her body. The feeling of his dirty, warm seed filling her most private of holes making it even more intense as she came like never before. The pleasure seemingly endless, both letting out low moans, both shaking, him atop, her a bottom as her whorish side welcomed the moment. Until his endless amount of cum seemed to finish entering her, the old man slumping over her back, his ragged, horrid breath now near her ear, blowing onto her hanging blonde locks. Her own orgasm subsiding not long after that.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, his shrinking cock in her arse, his seed dripping out as he sat mounted upon his blonde goddess, the teen still in her warped dream mode, the teen thinking she had chosen this, to cheat on Hiccup willingly because she wanted to be treated like a slut. All the while she was on her all four’s, in the middle of her dragons stable.
Eventually, Mildew regained his senses, knowing full well they needed to get out of these stables and soon. They hadn’t been as quite at the end as he’d have liked, not that he was complaining about the noises she made. But he also knew it could have alerted people nearby, only so far, he could push his luck. With that in mind, he regrettably pulled out of the blonde, before climbing unsteadily to his feet. His eyes instantly drawing to her arse as he watched his seed slowly slip from her now well fucked arse hole.
He had to look away, his old, withered cock already biggening to harden again at the sight of the blonde shield maiden in front of him.
“Astrid, get dressed...” He commanded, the blonde doing as she was told, getting to unsteady feet as the old man pulled his own trousers up.
Once she was dressed, her eyes not wanting to look at him, he made another command, the Loki stones powers working fast.
“Stay standing, but sleep.”
It was fascinating to see the powers he held at work as the blonde then stood in front of him, eyes closed, her mind away from the dream realm he had created for them.
“Astrid, when I snap my fingers, you’ll open your eyes. When you do, you’ll be back in our dream, carrying on from where we left off. You’ll leave suddenly and head back to your parents’ home, clean yourself up and then get into bed. And when you do, you’ll drift off straight away. And when you wake up, you’ll be back to normal, and not in your dream state. But you’ll remember it as if it were a vivid dream …. moment by moment”
And with that, the bearded Viking snapped his finger’s. The blonde rushing out the door as he did, his cum leaking from her arse with every step.
A/n so dream astrid or whore astrid seemed to enjoy herself, but was some of that the real Astrid pushing through. Who knows... could be. I hope the ending scene was written well, wording anal is never easy, a lot less words to use etc . Anyway please reveiw with your thoughts and any ideas, thanks again and see you next chapter.
Merlin
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