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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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Merlin here . Thanks for the reviews hope your still enjoying it . Heres another chapter for you .
pleAse feel free to get in touch with me about the story merlinitwas@gmail.com
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Chap 18
Whats wrong with me
Protecting a freind
Astrid grabbed Stormfly, before flying off stealthily, not going in the direction of Mildews hut. Only to double back around and approach it from behind. Dressed in her red tunic and brown fur hood. Studded skull skirt, head band and boots, topped off with her purple tights. The cheiftess face like Thors thunder as her long blonde, braided hair blew in the wind.
Approaching Mildews and now Ruffnuts home. Stormfly landed almost silently, before the blonde hopped off her dragon.
Storming towards the wooden door, she repeated in her mind. He’s not having Valka; he’s not having Heather...her fist meeting the door heavily as she did.
Inside...
“It worked.” Mildew said smirking to himself. He had watched as the blonde arrived. He wasn’t sure she would, she had done nothing for Valka, but finally he had pushed her far enough. His obsession finally at the door.
All the while another part of his plan would set in motion later that night.
Walking to the entrance of his home, he opened it, Astrid’s angered face looking right at him as she pushed him back.
“We need to Talk!!”
Elsewhere...
A young dragon stable hand entered the hall, his eyes finding Heather as he walked quickly to the ebony haired Viking.
“Miss Heather?”
The boy waited for the girl to look up at her and nod for him to continue.
“ Its your dragon, its being a little restless. Could you help?”
Heather nodded and smiled at the boy. Her dragon could be a handful sometimes as she got to her feet and followed the boy. As soon as they reached the outside, the boy turned, stopping her in her tracks.
“I’m sorry to of lied, but I was paid to get you alone so I could give you this.”
Handing over a letter, the boy then turned leaving a confused Heather standing with a small scroll in hand.
Curious she opened it, her heart beating fast as she did.
I Saw you looking, I was looking to.
Come meet tonight, let’s talk. I’ll make sure my wife’s asleep and you sneak out.
M
Heather couldn’t believe it. It was a man three times her age… no chance she would go … was there? Placing the scroll in her pocket she walked back into the hall unable to believe the situation she was currently in.
And it wasn’t like she could confide with anyone on Berk .... No one would understand after all.
Mildews…
“If I could, I’d kill you right now. Your not having Heather . And your releasing Valka.”
Mildew laughed, snorting from his nose as he did.
“We’ve had this conversation before have we not?”
“You dung eating piece of shit, when I can hurt you ... “
Astrid was stopped, Mildew looking at her smugly his hand up.
“But you can’t… and how do you know about Valka? I’m guessing your tomatoes outside the window? You little voyeur.”
Astrid growled, but inside her stomach was in knots. He knew, he knew she’d been there.
“Yes, I saw and if it wasn’t for that horn I would have stormed in!! And.”
“And what Astrid? You’ve no power over me.”
Astrid just stared, beaten. Her face angry … yet she knew it was true. She was powerless to stop him. Why had she come? And when he spoke next …. She knew exactly why, and she hated herself even more.
“The only way I don’t go near your girl. Is if we make another deal … I loved our last one.”
“My …” Astrid said looking down in shame. Unhappy … yet the secret part of her wanting what she was about to say “My ass… my ass one more time and you don’t go near her. You leave my friend alone”
Mildew was tempted so fucking tempted but he wanted something else. So, he shook his head, a smirk on his face at the look of worry and confusion.
“I’m glad to see your more easily agreeable then last time but oh no, Heather is a treat I so dearly want to taste. You would have to sweeten the deal.”
Astrid clenched her fist, face tight as she whispered in annoyance. She knew this would Happen ... why did she even tempt fate by coming ... why. The blonde eventually replying. almost silently, her voice an annoyed whisper.
“How?”
Mildew moved in closer, his horrid breath in range. His eyes boring into the blonde like a knife.
“I want your other hole..., and I want you to ride me like the good slut you are ...”
“No chance!!” Astrid shot back shaking her head. Only to have Mildew yawn cockily before turning his back on her speaking as he did.
“Then Heather is fair game…”
Astrid’s mind raced, she wanted to save her friend… wanted to save Valka … wanted to kill Mildew ... wanted to... And that was the problem, her thoughts, her feelings if he saw… how could she hide it.
And worst of all she wanted it … bad ... she felt guilt, she felt horrible but it didn’t stop her mind trying its hardest to come up with an idea, telling herself that if she gave in just this once, then she could help two important people. And then one came as an idea came into her frazzled mind.
“Wait …” Astrid said, her voice clearly desperate. Mildew stopping as she spoke. “If I do this, I don’t want your horrid face looking up at me. I don’t want your horrid eyes on me. Or your horrid hands And you’ll leave Heather and Valka alone”
Mildew gave a hurt look as he turned back to his blonde obsession, though inside he was ecstatic she was caving, that after all this time, she would have to fuck him... it wasn’t willingly like he wanted ... but it was something at least.
His hurt turned to a smirk though when he next spoke. Lying through his yellowed teeth.
“Heather would be off the table, but Valka as well? You would have to do a lot more then a one off Hofferson . Me and Valka have history and I’m not done with her just yet.”
Astrid's face tightened; she wanted her mother-in-law free from his clutches as well. What history she didn’t know, somehow, she would work a way out for Valka ... but now, Heather needed her.
“I do this, Heather leaves tomorrow without you using her body for your sick pleasure. And you leave her alone.”
Mildew bowed sarcastically ... he would do just what she asked of him. She was in charge after all. Astrid’s next demands riled him up slightly, though he stayed calm ... after all it wasn’t what he wanted but it was something, it was a start.
“You’ll be tied up, so your dirty hands can’t touch me. Your mouth will be gagged so you disgusting mouth can’t speak to me. And your eyes will be bound so your horrid gaze can’t look upon me.”
Mildew didn’t want his senses dulled, but he ached for her. He wanted her and needed her. So, he agreed, knowing he still had cards left to play further down the line.
“Okay ... I accept your terms, but Astrid we best get to it.” Mildew replied mockingly “My wife will come home soon”
Astrid growled at the dig as she pushed past him and went about searching Mildews home for items to use. She had seriously let Ruff down. Both Mildews wife and pregnant slave seemingly all to get at her. No matter her feelings and disturbed thoughts, she really did feel guilt for that.
In a world of her own, the blonde didn’t notice behind her, Mildew was slowly de clothing. His horrid wrinkled body slowly becoming more and more on show. Until he was finally nude, the blonde not noticing though as she opened a trunk she was all to familiar with.
Astrid took a breath. Her heart racing when she looked down on the mask he had worn, when she didn’t know it was really the most hated man on Berk beneath it.
She blocked it out the best she could, instead grabbing for some rope at the bottom and rags buried under her rapists original clothing. But something then caught her eye at the bottom. A green emerald on a necklace ... causing flickers of memories she couldn’t place ... she shut it out quickly. It wasn’t time to get caught like a magpie staring at something shiny. But what was it? Why did it seem so familiar? She couldn’t place it, so she shook it off and grabbed the items she needed. Only got the beautiful blonde to turn, stopping in her tracks as there lying on the bed was a naked Mildew.
She couldn’t stop the blush that Rosied her cheeks, she couldn’t stop her gaze hitting one particular part of his body. But she shook it off quick, she turned her facial expressions to anger quickly so she wouldn’t let him catch on.
Wouldn’t let him realise she didn’t dislike his old wrinkled, dirtied form as much as she made out.
“Come on Mrs Haddock ... before our partners find out “
Astrid grit her teeth, not needing the reminder about Hiccup or Ruff. Yet she couldn’t stop a slight heat from rising between her legs. The depraved naughtiness of it ... had an affect she couldn’t stop.
“Just Shut up” The blonde said in almost a growl as she stormed to the bed. Trying her best not to look at him, she grabbed one of his arms, tying his wrist tightly to one side of his bed before using the rope to tie the other. His feet then followed.
“God I can’t wait to have that pussy again. Your cunt was made to pleasure men, made to pleasure me.”
Astrid grits her teeth again, trying to ignore him. Trying not to let the warmth between her legs get worse.
“Just ... Shut ... up”
Astrid said once again, before she harshly wrapped the piece of rag she had found around his head. Blindfolding him from seeing.
Mildew wanted to cry; he couldn’t see a thing . He had hoped somehow it would have been seen through but it really was completely pitch black. One thing he needed to do was talk before his mouth was stuffed.
“You will untie me when your done Astrid.”
He heard a heavy breath before his mouth was stuffed full of rag. He could breathe and hear fine, but everything else was gone. His anticipation heightened, he hadn’t commanded her, just struck a deal. A deal she accepted of her own accord. Not perfect but progress. All he could do was go silent and wait, wait for her to make the first move. He smirked inwardly; his cock would need to be woke up first.
Astrid stood back nervous, she couldn’t speak, only look on at the tied up old man in front of her. She had to do this now, to save Heather ... to save Heather.
Her blue eyes gazed downward locking on to something sitting floppy between his legs . Swallowing, she nervously walked forward. The usually steely nerved Astrid a puddle of knots and butterflies.
“For Heather.” She whispered, as she realised, she needed to get this started. His soft yet still so thick of a cock staring back up at her, needing stimulation to get going .... For Heather ... For Heather.
As she got to her knees in front of him, she took in a sharp breath. Her thoughts saying different.
“For me...”
Reaching out slowly with her right strapped hand, she stopped a little before touching him.
She hated this disgusting rapist so much. Wanted him dead ... but a part of her... that dirty part that she despised of herself was winning more and more. Swallowing nervously her eyes on nothing else she reached forward even further until her hand finally touched the old mans cock .
Mildew waited, waited tense and ready for something anything. His anticipation building as he heard the creak of his floor boards.
What felt like hours went by but was mere minutes in his cold home. Until he felt it, the perfect hand of Astrid Hofferson wrapped around his cock. His eyes closed tightly in pleasure as he groaned through the gag, he had missed even her hand as he felt the young cheiftess begin to stroke him tentatively. He couldn’t see, and didn’t care she probably was hating every second but he was going to enjoy this.
‘God’s its so big’ Astrid thought as she stroked the elderly man’s cock . Her blue eyes almost in a trance. Making sure her hand rubbed up and down every inch of his shaft as the young blonde tossed the old pervert off. She had been jealous, so jealous of Ruff... of Valka. But in that moment, all the thoughts of being guilty went away, the side of her Mildew had awakened took over. She kept it under wraps ... had to, no way could he know. But the heat building between her legs was rapid. She could already feel a wetness forming in her tights. When she heard him groan it only made it worse?
Gradually she watched as he hardened in her hand, became bigger ... so much bigger then her husbands .
She bit her lip, her hand moving slightly faster as her eyes then gazed to his large wrinkled sack.
‘I could just .... I could ... Fuck.’ she couldn’t finish her thought. She felt pathetic, so pathetic that in that moment she struggled not to reach down with her mouth and latch on. Memories of being forced clouded her mind... yet they were almost fond Memories now.
‘Feel them... just feel them at least’
Astrid shook her head, she had to keep it together. Get on, get off and go home knowing Heather would be safe.
Breathing in, she saw he was now fully hard. Fully ready. Yet she let her hand continue to move, let her hand continue to stroke him, continue to make him groan a muffled groan for that little bit more than was necessary.
Mildew couldn’t take it, gods he could come right now from this hand job. He wanted her on top right fucking now!
“Y-ou Fu-cking sl-ut get on me now!”
The command wasn’t clear, wouldn’t work to get her to move and do as he’d say as anything coming out of his mouth was muffled by the rag the sheildmaiden had jammed in his throat.
What he didn’t realise was Astrid understood it enough, understood the muffled cry of the pervert she was currently pleasuring. The command didn’t work as the words weren’t said clear. But what he didn’t know, was the blonde didn’t need to be commanded right now. Instead, she let go of his cock, before rising to her feet.
Her eyes never left Mildews form... not believing she was even doing this; she took both her boots off. Before ever so slowly, she reached up under her skirt, pulling her tights down her legs until they were pooled at her feet.
She felt the cold hair go up her skirt. Hitting her wet cunt, causing her to shiver. Her stomach knotting at the thought of him feeling her, feeling how ready her body was for him. But she couldn’t back out now...
Didn’t want to back out now as she stared nervous. If she left now Heather would be in trouble, for certain .... and if she left now... if she left...
Astrid couldn’t formulate a thought, hatred of herself rushed in... hatred and guilt for everything she was doing against the man she loved. Loved more then anything.
And yet. As her heart beat out of its chest, the shield maiden still walked forward, as the cheiftess of Berk slowly climbed atop the most hated man on Berks bed. Slowly crawled forward, her studded skull covered skirt swaying with her movements, the blonde dressed in her red tunic, armour and fur hood positioned herself above his large, hard cock. It was now a mere inches away, covered from sight by the leather of her skirt.
Mildew felt the soft skin of her legs rubbing against his as she climbed aboard. It was driving him crazy, the leather touch of her skirt obvious as it rubbed against him. He couldn’t see, or speak clearly but he tried to move his arms, to grab at her but stopped. He couldn’t rock the boat, she could startle. But the closer she got. The more he could smell her, smell the intoxicating smell that could only be described as Astrid.
“Gods just fuck me already ...” Mildew shouted as he cracked beneath her in almost desperation. The rag in his mouth blocking his words down to a muffle. But he could hear her, hear her breathing, hear her above him... his cock wanted her, wanted to be reunited with her cunt.
It seemed like hours until finally, finally it was...
Astrid breathed deeply above the old man, straddled a top of him unable to move. Breathing in then out, she shut her eyes tight. Not believing she was here. But when she heard Mildews muffled words, she gave in, gave in to something she’d wanted again. Something she’d finger fucked herself to countless times.
“I’m Sorry Hiccup...” She whispered aloud; the guilt evident. Yet as she lowered herself down, as her young, tight pussy was probed by the thick mushroom head of Mildews cock. She didn’t stop herself, instead she lowered herself even more. Allowing the cock that had plagued her dreams enter her once again.
“Oh Fuck...” Astrid thought, biting her lip so not to moan as Mildews cock slipped between lips. She could feel her entrance stretch, could feel her cunt have to adjust to a size that dwarfed her husband as she lowered herself more and more. A shiver of delight running through her when she heard the old perverts groan of pleasure from beneath her. Until eventually the full size of Mildew sat inside her.... her eyes closed tightly, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip so hard it almost drew blood.
Mildew couldn’t move, didn’t want to as his cock slipped into Astrid, her tight, amazing pussy like a vice grip pulsing around his member. She felt so good, so much better then the others. But what shocked, what made him pause ... she was Wet, all she had done was pleasure him, he hadn’t touched her yet her pussy was so accommodating. He would think on it later, he wanted her to ride, give him what he had wanted so bad. His hips grinding upwards, causing her to move slightly as he hinted at what he wanted.
Astrid felt him grind upward, knowing what he wanted.
.... what she wanted as she slowly began to rock above him. Her body moving almost without thought. The cheiftess of Berk a top another man other then the chief himself .
Back and forth she went, trying not to do anything but that, but she wanted more, her body craved more as without thought her strapped hands reached out, her palms against his horrid old wrinkled chest as she pulled herself up and off most of his cock, the tip staying in before she pushed back down, taking it in fully once more.
She continued on, the blonde’s mouth still tightly closed, her breathing heavy from her nose. Pride now out the window as she began moving her hips up and down. His throbbing cock slipping in and out... hitting spots her husbands couldn’t.
Finding her rhythm, the blonde took him in over and over again. Silence filling the cold room, all except the creaking of Mildews bed and muffled groans of delight coming from the tied up old man.
“Don’t make a sound... Don’t...give him that” Astrid thought to herself. As she once more took his cock fully in.
She wondered what people would say, she wondered what they would think of their cheiftess now .... if anyone walked in now. And saw her satisfying the most hated man on Berk. Slut, whore, Harlot all came to mind...
“I am a whore...”
“I am a whore”
And in that moment, she accepted what she had questioned, embraced it, as she began to ride faster. Moving her hips almost hypnotically ... loving every moan of pleasure Mildew made below her. Her juices coating every inch of his cock as pleasure and lust coursed through her.
Mildew was in Valhalla ... as a true goddess rode him. His blonde obsessions cunt so hot, so tight and so wet as it slowly began to milk his cock. He was desperate to see, desperate to watch to touch. But the rags stopped that, but he could smell, he could hear and even that was enough to beat out the other woman. He could already feel himself nearing his end but he had to hold back. Had to enjoy it longer.
The noise of their body’s coming together echoed out as Astrid’s juices caused the wet slapping sound to ring out as she came down on his cock harder and harder.
“GODS ... IM SUCH A WHORE ... SUCH A GOOD FUCKING WHORE...” Astrid thought as her eyes closed in lust. Pulling her hands from Mildews chest, she didn’t stop Them from reaching up and pulling the bottom of her red tunic up her body. Revealing her taught abdomen before her wraps around her breasts where on show . Without thinking, she reached behind, undoing them as quick as she could before throwing them off to the side. Releasing her perky, perfect breasts. Her hands wasted no time in grabbing them, her hard nipples gripped by the fingertips of her wrapped hands.
The athletic blonde continued on riding Mildew hard, hands playing, turning her on more and more. Until she felt it, felt the tight feeling begin to emerge in the pit of her stomach.
“Stop Astrid ... ...”
Her brain shouted at her, trying to remind her Mildew couldn’t become suspicious.... but she couldn’t stop... and in that moment she didn’t want to stop. His cock filling the need, giving her what she had lusted after as she breathed heavier and heavier.
Mildews eyes where almost rolling back as he did everything to prolong this. But Astrid’s pussy was a masterpiece, gripping his cock like no other had before as she rode him like a dragon.
“Stop ... Stop...” Astrid’s mind continued to tell her.
But as the heat got worse, as pleasure pulsed through her body more and more. The thought changed ... changed by only one word.
“Don’t Stop...Don’t stop..”
And as his hole cock once again disappeared fully inside her, stretching her almost painfully. The sheildmaiden couldn’t help it as it was just too much. As her body tightened above him, her breasts heaving, her legs shaking and clamping to the old mans withered hips as an intense orgasm Hiccup could only dream of giving the blonde ruptured throughout the cheiftess of Berk. Causing her to unwillingly cry out loudly.
“FUCKKK!!”
Mildew was almost in shock as he felt the blonde come undone above him. As her cunt tightened around him, as he felt his cock get even more wetter from her cunt’s essence. it was to much for the old man as his balls tightened, his body tensed he then joined Astrid in the moment as he groaned a muffled groan of bliss as his cock began unloading into the blonde a torrent of his warm seed .
The orgasm lasted longer for Astrid as she then felt Mildews load enter her from below. The amount felt endless, like it was only produced at that amount for her only as she sat atop him. Shuddering, still in the moment as they both hit their climax.
As the most hated man on Berk got her off. And for that brief time, she enjoyed every Thor dam second of it, but as she began to come down. As everything went silent apart from the heavy breathing of the pair.
It was like bucket of ice water was thrown on Astrid as her eyes widened in horror.
She had come for him, hard. He had come inside her.
She had to go, and fast. Heather was safe ... she hoped as she climbed off his coated cock. Quickly going about grabbing her tights and re wrapping her exposed breasts. His come dripping into her tights ... a feeling she hated because it felt dirty... whorish... and good.
Once she was dressed, she then leaned towards the tied up and surprisingly silent Mildew.
“Deals done ... you leave Heather alone now ...”
She then untied him, before fleeing as quickly as she could. Leaving a shocked .... and smirking Mildew lying naked his bed .
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