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What's wrong with me?	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 76901 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/N well , i have another chapter , although im not to happy how its turned out but the more i edit it the more it sounds worse to me so im putting it out there . My writing isnt great and i dont have a beta so there will be mistakes .
thank you for the reveiws , and i hope this is good enough , also please remember its a slow burn but dont worry this kicks it into gear slightly:) just go into it remembering Astrid is an unexperienced eighteen year old . And Mildew wants to break her to be his mentally.
This chapter Mildew show's his unselfish side , and you see some of the things the Loki stone can do..
What’s wrong with me?
Chapter four
Training down at the cove part 1
The next morning….
Her eyes widened suddenly as she shot up in bed confused, and for some reason refreshed. Her sleep since that morning in Berk forest had been restless, and she felt constantly drained. But after her attacker told her to go straight to sleep the moment her head hit the pillow, she, well she had done exactly that. She had walked up to her room, after saying goodnight to her parents, before getting ready for bed, her visit from the man in the mask having sent tremors of terror down her spine at what it meant that he had reappeared.
She felt like running to Hiccup …. But she couldn’t, she felt like running to her parents … but she couldn’t …she felt like running to the chief …. but she couldn’t, hell she would even scream for Snotlout’s help but it wouldn’t work. Somehow this bastard was stopping her, somehow her brain shut off the moment she attempted to start a conversation that involved telling anyone about what had transpired. And now, the man who was firmly haunting her dreams was back.
She had expected another restless night, but she had slept dreamlessly and undisturbed. It seemed it was the first command that bastard had given her that she was thankful for. But as she was looking around her darkened room, the only light coming from the setting moon she realised she had awoken much earlier than usual.
Like taking a boar to the gut, the conversation she had in Stormfly’s stable hit her .... what he had commanded.
"Your to meet me at the Cove alone, two hours earlier then you would normally head down to practice your axe."
Its why she was up so early, and its why almost instantly, against her will she felt her body force her up and out of her bed. Like she was possessed, she began going about her morning routine, not in control of her body as she lit a lantern and a candle and began braiding and brushing her hair. Followed by getting out of her sleepwear and into her clothes and armour. Her mind screamed to stop, the blonde Viking trying to take control of herself once more but she couldn’t instead she merely left her home when ready, axe and Stormfly left behind as she headed through Berk towards the forest , and then onto the cove.
Fifteen minutes later…
Her fur boots kicked up dirt as she slowly, and nervously, a feeling she didn't enjoy, walked into the Cove.
The area bringing back instant memories, where she had followed Hiccup to see just how he had become so good with dragons, only to find him interacting with a Night Fury no less. A moment that now defined Berk, defined the Hairy Hooligan tribe. It was a happy memory, one she adored but as she looked around the Cove now it was something daunting.
It was the early hours, the sun barely risen as the cold air whirled around the shady Cove. It was secluded, cliffs one side and hilly rock the other sheltered it from the eyes of Berk. The blonde gazed upon the foliage, and the small lake that was seemingly filled to the brim with endless fish.
Breathing deeply, she eventually made it to the middle of the area. Why she was here she wasn't sure, but an educated guess was that bastard wanted to use her for his own pleasure again. She cringed at the thought of being forced to suck that wretched ... large, smelly unwashed cock of her assailant. Nausea flooded her stomach at that thought, mixed in with the dread he could more than likely make her do more ....

But the blonde was trapped, his control over her making her dance to his tune all against her will. Its why she was here, her body having forced her here without consent to awake early and head to the Cove when she should still be wrapped up in bed.
Hugging her chest, her brown arm wrapped arms locked under her breasts. Astrid stood in the middle waiting, her skin ridden with Goosebumps but not from the cold weather. It was from nerves, but the blonde pushed them aside as best she could. Being who she was, she couldn't show this bastard any fear. The shield maiden couldn't break ... couldn't let him see how much he had rattled her. After all, when she somehow worked out how to get out from under his control, she would need to stay focused for when she eventually put her axe through his head.
One thought went through her mind though as she stood by herself. What would Hiccup think? Against her will or not the girl he loved meeting another man on almost sacred ground. Could he even look at her again? Her heart almost broke at the thought, the guilt chewing her up from the inside.
Her senses seemed to kick in as she stood dead centre, she could feel someone watching her. Breathing deep and putting on her tough face, Astrid scanned around the area, knowing full well this bastard was out there looking at her.
"I know you’re out there." She growled low, her voice echoing slightly. The shield maiden gritting her teeth, when from behind she heard footsteps approaching her.
Five minutes previously ….
Mildew watched from the shadows, smirking beneath his disguise as Astrid walked into the Cove. Just the sight of his stunning shield maiden caused blood to rush to his lower region.
Today was different to his last visit, the last time he had made himself known he had used her hot wet mouth for his own pleasure. But today he needed to teach her something new, today he needed to make her realise she could reach the lofty heights of Valhalla as well.
He was more than willing to take her there, more than willing to repay the favour. Anything that would help climb into that perfect head of hers. He needed to keep the Viking on her toes. Its why he had chosen this spot, so when she remembered her happy times with Hiccup at the Cove, she would remember her 'happy' times with him as well.
Dressed in his old brown boots, stained brown trousers. His black gloves, black hooded cloak and iron helmet that covered his face and beard he contemplated walking out only to pull back for a second.
Watching Astrid was a favourite pass time for the old pervert. Mildew didn't understand why she was so different from most of the other Viking females. Soft skin, toned figure, long golden hair and big blue eyes .... he wanted to make her his, his lust and obsession with her never dwindled. And when her lips had been wrapped around his tool, he had never come so hard in his long lifetime.
Breathing heavy, he admired her as she stood looking around. Dressed in her favourite attire, her fur boots, blue tights, brown studded skirt that had a belt with skulls on. A tight blue sleeveless tunic, brown arm wraps and steel shoulder pads. Topped off with a small brown headband, that was covered by her long braided golden hair.
On impulse, his hand rubbed his cock from the outside of his trousers as he just watched her, almost in a trance of his own but this wasn't because of some stone.
He stopped and snapped out of it though when he eventually heard her calling out.
"I know you’re out there ..." ...he smirked. ... show time ...
Walking with confidence, Mildew strode through the Cove until he was a few feet behind Astrid. His footsteps alerted her as she turned, glaring at him as he stood watching.
"So, good to see you this morning Astrid ..." Mildew said, smirking beneath his helmet. Licking his lips, he stared lustfully at her. "May I say you’re looking as beautiful as ever ..."
"Fuck you!” Astrid spat with venom in her voice as she stood strong. Muscles tensing at the mere sight of her attacker.
Chuckling Mildew stepped closer, the blonde subconsciously stepping back as he did. Eyeing the large rock cliff at the back, he continued walking closer to the blonde knowing full well she would continue to move backwards.
"Oh, what a dirty mouth ..." The older Viking said, is voice smug. “Well we both know how dirty it can be, that's for sure."
Astrid gritted her teeth knowing full well what he was getting at as she continued to walk backwards. Not wanting to let him get to close. The look she was giving him screamed murder, but as once more her body refused to attack him she knew it had little effect.
Eventually, she ran out of space to move back as she walked into the hard stone cliff wall behind her. Back flat against the rocky substance, she was hit by de va ju as memories of her back hitting the hard-oak tree in Berk forest, with this bastard walking towards her much like he was now.
Her mouth went dry, her heart hammering out of her chest as her nerves ramped up. But she didn't show it, she merely did her best to continue to glare at him. Dreading the thought of him commanding her to do something, commanding her to drop to her knees again.
"My sweet, sweet Astrid ..." Mildew whispered through his helmet as he got closer to her. He had to stop himself from getting her on her knees again ... all in good time ... but today was her day.
"It occurred to me, you must truly think me selfish ..."
Looking up at him, only slightly as his height was only a few inches more than hers, and yet his get up made him so daunting to her. Astrid stayed quiet, even though his words confused her.
"After you pleasured me with that hot mouth of yours ..." Mildew said, his voice a whisper and yet so smug. “I kept thinking, you pleasured me so well ... and while I know how much you enjoyed doing that, I think it's time I repaid the favour."
Her nausea got worse every time he mentioned that morning. She had wanted to stay quiet, stay strong but as she heard his words ... repay the favour, she couldn't help but speak up, especially when it clicked in her head what he meant.
"Don't think, someone like you, some common rapist could make me feel anything but hatred .." Astrid remarked, anger clear in her tone .
The problem for the blonde was, while her mother had filled her in on the workings of sex she had only associated it with consensual means, only assumed pleasure could be received with two willing lovers. But Mildew knew different.... and that gave him a chance to place thoughts into her head.
Stepping forward, placing his gloved hands either side of her head, the old man leaned his Masked face forward. His dull green eyes staring straight into her piercing blue orbs. He could see no matter the strong facade that fear was also present in her eyes. For now, that was what he wanted, what he needed but eventually he hoped he would see need and lust instead.
"That may be true, but Vikings whores like you will find pleasure in being used." Mildew said, breathing heavy through his helmet as he gazed at his obsession close up.
"I'm not a whore ..." Astrid growled defiantly, trying to ignore the horrid scent of the man's breath hitting her nostrils. When once more the man in front chuckled at her, pulling his arms back, now just standing in front of her staring. She breathed in deep when she saw the look in his eyes, for some reason she could tell he was about to make his next move.
"We’ll see." Mildews muffled voice come through. His eyes glancing down to the blonde’s chest, her blue tunic in the way of what he wanted. Something he had fantasied about for a long while.
"You’re going to start by removing your shoulder armour ..."
Astrid’s eyes widened slightly as against her will her arms began to reach up to her armour as one by one she undid them, removing them from her body as she dropped them on the floor. Leaving her standing, her top half covered by her sleeveless, tight blue battle tunic and her brown arm wraps.
"Good ... now." Mildew started, only to be interrupted by the shield maiden.
“Please don't ... " Astrid whispered softly, much like she had when she had been forced to blow him. She felt pathetic saying it, but she knew what he was about to ask. She had already shamed herself, Berk, her family and Hiccup with what she had done on her knees for him ... what he would ask would only bring more.
"Take your tunic off next Astrid." Mildew commanded ignoring the teens pleas completely. Lust filling his voice.
Astrid closed her eye tights, letting out a shaky breath, she reached for the bottom of her tunic as she began pulling it upwards.
Watching intently, his cock throbbing at the sight as Astrid Hofferson slowly began pulling her sleeveless tunic up. Mildew breathed in deeply as he began to see the perfect skin of her stomach. Once the tunic reached the bottom of her breasts he marvelled at the toned core of the shield maiden. Her training having given her a taught mid-section, the faint outline of a few abdominal muscles showing.
"Yes, that's it ..." The old pervert growled as she then pulled the tunic over her breasts followed by her golden braided hair. Revealing her chest, wrapped in a thin bandage that some woman Vikings used to keep the breasts secure when fighting. But to Mildew it was nothing but a nuisance.
“Get rid of that thing." Mildew pointed at the material in annoyance. Licking his lips in anticipation. After all he had imagined what delights laid under her clothing, the bind only delaying his dreams.
She fought the best she could, tried her hardest to stop her arms. But she couldn't as they shakily reached up, reaching for where the bandage was being held . She choked back a sob, after all apart from the female Vikings at the hot springs where they washed and her mother, she had never been nude in front of anyone. Especially a man, especially a lokis spawn like the one in front of her.
She felt humiliation as she began unravelling the material her eyes still not opening. Until eventually against her will, she dropped the bandages to the floor, releasing her young breasts to her abuser’s sight. She heard a stifled gasp as she did causing her cheeks to flush in embarrassment knowing her bare chest was being ogled.
Mildews cock throbbed painfully as he saw for the first time, the breasts of the girl he had obsessed about for so long. He knew her chest wouldn't be massive due to sight alone, but it seemed the binding she wore beneath had made the outline smaller than they were. In truth, as they bounced slightly once freed, they were perfection.
Her globes where full, perky and petite something that made the old pervert nearly froth at the mouth over. She had small, pink puffy nipples that seemed the perfect size for her bust.
He watched as she began to reach up with her arms to cover up.
"Keep your hands to the side and do not move them until I saw otherwise..." The old pervert demanded, happy when his power over her continued to work as she dropped her arms. Seeing she still had her eyes shut he made another command. "Open those beautiful eyes and look at me Miss Hofferson."
Don't show him weakness her mind screamed, the feeling of humiliation heavy as her eyes lost the fight to stay closed. Her blue orbs opening, staring defiantly at her Masked opponent.
Chuckling inwardly, he had to admire her spirit. It was an odd combination, red cheeks from her embarrassment and glaring eyes from trying to show this wasn't affecting her. Goddess looks aside this was just another reason he was so enamoured with the girl called Astrid Hofferson.
Needing to feel her breasts, almost desperately so, Mildew stepped forward his gloved hand reaching for her face as he intimately pushed her fringe away from her eyes. The blonde trying to pull away, but the command from their last time together, 'never pull away from me' still in effect meant it was a losing battle.
Trailing his finger slowly down her reddened cheek, Mildew didn't stop as he carried his fingers movements slowly down her neck.
" If anyone from Berk found out about you, they would kill you in an instant ..."
Ignoring the words coming from the blonde’s mouth, his finger continued its journey down her collar bone onto her right breast. Until his finger reached her nipple, the cold weather of Berk on her bare skin having made it slightly erect. Slowly he swirled his finger on it marvelling at the fact it was at his fingertips.
He thought about groping her straight away as his dull green eyes looked at her face. Still receiving a dagger glare, but he could see the rise and fall of her chest had increased. Licking his lips, he glanced down at his gloved hands, he wanted to feel her naturally not covered. Luckily, he had thought about this very problem the night before.
Pulling his hand away, he reached into his cloak pulling a long length of a ripped black tunic out that he had prepared.
"Don't move .." Mildew whispered before reaching up to her face, material in hand as he began wrapping it around her head, the material acting as a blindfold .

"What are you doing? ..." Astrid cried in alarm as the bastard in front of her wrapped the material around her head, covering her eyes ... her sight. Her heart thumped heavy in her chest, as her vision, her biggest tool as a warrior was snatched away from her. Now she couldn't see, couldn't at least anticipate the man before her movements.
"Tell me truth, what can you see ..." Mildew said, his eyes gazing at her chest. His large cock pulsating in his dirty trousers.
"N-nothing ..." Astrid whispered, bare chested, exposed and now blind. All she could hear now was the birds in the trees, the swirling off the early morning wind and the heavy breathing of her abuser in front of her.
Taking his gloves off and dropping them to the floor, Mildew grinned in anticipation. His hands, had they been seen by the blonde would have given away his age. They were large and bony, but it was the wrinkles and grey hair on his knuckles that would of given her a clue. Narrowing her suspects down.
It was now time to collect his prize, stepping forward his fur boots flattening the grass beneath he reached forward his hands gripping the blonde’s waist, just above her skull covered belt. He felt her flinch beneath him, sucking in a breath as he savoured the touch of her soft skin beneath his old rough hands. Slowly, he began running his hands up her feminine figure, her toned core contracting as they worked up over her stomach, closer and closer to his intended target.

“Don't .... don’t, please." Astrid pleaded quietly. Unable to see as she felt the man's large rough hands work their way up her tight teen body. She felt humiliated, unable to see, topless and being felt up by a man who had already used her mouth once before. This should have been Hiccup... but then she knew Hiccup wouldn't have done this against her will.
She gasped in shock, unable not to as she then felt for the first time in her life, a man groped her bare chest as she felt them squeezed roughly.
"Oh, Thor you were sent from Freyja herself. " Mildew groaned out as he squeezed Astrid’s perky firm tits. There where sensational, the old man not quite believing how amazing they felt. He couldn't help but compare them to his three previous wives, none of their massive sagging breasts could compare to this perfection.
He didn't stop there, as he groped, his fingertips then pinched at the end of her nipples, first over her areolas before the tips themselves. Smirking when he heard the blonde suck in a sharp breath at the movement.
Astrid’s hands dug at the Cliffside she was up against as her abuser groped and played with her teen mounds. You’re a Hofferson stay strong ... her thoughts whispered. Still blindfolded, she could only stand there against her will as the man ... if she could even call him that played with her young breasts. She tried to stay silent, only letting a few gasps and breaths out not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But as he pulled at her sensitive, now amazingly hard nipples she could feel the slightest warmth growing in her abdomen.
Eventually Mildew let go of her breasts as they bounced slightly at the action. He must of pleased the gods somehow to receive the Loki stone, to be able to have this goddess in front of him as his, but there was no way he was wasting the opportunity.
Needing to make one more command before he could move onto his next step, he spoke.
"From now until I leave, my voice will always sound muffled to you Astrid do you understand?"
She could only nod, not sure what he was about to do next as she heard a heavy item hitting the ground beside her. It clicked almost instantly .... 'His helmets off.... but everything was black, the blindfold cutting her sight, cutting the opportunity for her to find out the man's identity.
"Why don't you take my blindfold off ..." Astrid growled lowly, trying to ignore the slight warmth that had appeared in her abdomen from his groping. “Or are you too much of a coward ..."
What she didn't know, was the person in front of her, was probably the last person on the whole of Berk and maybe further she would have wanted to see. And when she heard him chuckle once more, she sighed in anger, as no helmet or not, because of the command it sounded like he was still wearing it.
Mildew was grateful to be free from his mask. His wild long grey hair spiking up instantly once released along with the equally long, grey beard that framed his large stubbled chin. Smirking, his ugly face scrunched up into a horrid look, his incredibly pointed nose and gapped yellow teeth showing how truly unpleasant he was.
He didn't reply to her, instead he stepped forward again, his hands not wasting time in cupping her boobs once more. Causing another gasp to slip from the beauty’s lips, this time it was different, this time with his left hand, he slipped the hard nipple of her mound in between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between the tips, tweaking, caressing and pulling as he did. While with his right hand, he pushed her firm perky tit up, presenting her erect nub. Without even waiting, Mildew lent down, his old thin lips latching onto her swollen tip.
Astrid let out a shaky breath as she felt the slippery tongue of her attacker swirl, and suck on her hard nipple. Another first she had wanted to experience with Hiccup taken away from her, as she listened to the man groaning as his perverted mouth slobbered over her sensitive skin. The shield maiden tried the best she could to rub her head against the cliff behind her, to try and pull the blindfold from head but to no avail.
She bit her lip, stopping a moan slipping from her when she felt the man swap breast’s, his teeth digging in as he did , moaning as he did. But something was happening, something that alarmed her as her body began to betray her as she felt the warmth from early spread slightly downwards, her virgin cunt slowly moistening between her leg’s. what in Thor’s name Astrid’s mind screamed, there was no way she was enjoying this. "Vikings whores like you will find pleasure in being used." Her abuser’s words from earlier rung through her mind but the blonde pushed that thought away, she knew deep down she wasn’t a whore, it could only be put down to her lack of experience that was all.
He didn’t stop though, for a good few minutes his mouth assaulted each breast, swapping, giving each the same attention. All Astrid could do was stand there, trying not to show the humiliating effect he was having on her, her lip becoming redder as she bit down to stop any heavy breaths slipping out.
She could feel his beard tickling her soft skin, his stubble rubbing against her breast’s but it didn’t help her identify him, nearly every Viking had a beard. The heat seemed to rise between her leg’s as he continued, her sex becoming wetter against her will, a slight damp patch forming on the blue tights’ covering her legs began to form.
He could have continued all day, he could have molested, and sucked on Astrid’s goddess like tit’s for hours but he knew he couldn’t, not if he wanted to continue with his plan. Pulling away his mouth, he released her chest from his hold, smirking as he saw her rapid breathing and flushed skin, her pretty features scrunched up in an almost pained expression. He had heard her breathing, her attempts to mask what she was feeling, but Mildew was sure she enjoyed his actions more then she let on.
His lustful gaze stayed on her face, inwardly he was annoyed by the blindfold, he wanted to see her reaction, her big blue eye’s where so expressive. Trying to think, trying to ignore how painfully hard his old cock was, his thoughts gave him an idea. Something he was annoyed he hadn’t thought of before.
Astrid breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the man release her chest from his hold, even if she, much to her disgust could still feel his saliva all over his skin. Worry hit her though, knowing this bastard dirty mind was probably working in overdrive on what to do next. Though the next thing he said wasn’t what she was expecting.
“Until I’m finished with you today, when I remove your blindfold Astrid, you’ll see my face as you would if I still had my helmet on. My hands you will see as if I still had my glove’s on …. Do you understand?”
The shield maiden could only nod, confused as to why his hands would be a problem. She tucked it away for later as she felt his hands untie the blindfold from behind her head. She almost wishes she had kept it on when she was met by the sight of helmeted man she loathed so much. Looking around though, her eye’s caught sight of the very same helmet sitting on the grass beside her , along with a pair of black gloves the bastard hadn’t worn . And yet when she looked back at the man , his face still showed him wearing the helmet , his hands still showing him wearing the gloves. She wasn’t easily frightened, but the magic the perverted lunatic seemed to possess seemed unnatural.
“What-t are you?” Astrid said, her voice showing her nerves as she looked back and forth between the items on the floor and the man in front of her.
The Viking in black just chuckled. Oh I’m just the most hated man on Berk .. he thought smugly. His dull green eyes looked Astrid up and down. What he was about to do next, what he was about to see had been on the top of his list of fantasies about Astrid since she was sixteen. Hell, the perverted old bastard in truth would have used the stone on her when she was younger if he had come into possession of it. Not wanting to wait a second more, he made his next command.
“Now Astrid my little slut, you’re going to pull those leggings of yours down to your boots.”
“Odin no.” The shield maiden whispered to herself, trying with all her might to stop of hands from moving, but much like every other command she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop her eye’s as they slowly moistened, but she wouldn’t cry in front of him, Hofferson’s don’t do that, she was defeated but she wouldn’t show this piece of yak shit. So, she grits her teeth, glaring daggers once more as her hands reached under her studded leather skirt. Gripping the material of the tights each side, she slowly pulled them down her toned legs until they reached the top of her fur boots. Her skirt still hiding her young twat as she stood back up, unable to not look at him due to an earlier command. As she tried to stand strong, she had to fight the image of a devastated Hiccup in her head.
The Berk shield maiden knew almost instantly what was going to come next as the muffled voice of her assailant reached her ear’s.
“Now ……pull that skirt up and show me what’s underneath…”
Once more she couldn’t stop her hands moving, laboured breaths fell from her teen lips as the humiliated Viking reached for the hem of her leather studded skirt. Pulling it up slowly, she revealed more and more of her enticing legs to the cold morning air. Until finally, Astrid’s virgin cunt was on show, unknown to her, to the old hated, perverted Mildew.
She heard the man in front of her suck in a loud breath at the sight, but otherwise stayed perfectly still. Not able to move, she stood there, embarrassed and disgusted at the same time, her young teen body nearly completely on show for her rapist. She felt a shudder of discomfort run up her spine and out to her whole body as she could only stand there unmoving. Her cheeks, if possible having reddened even more.
Mildew was speechless as almost in a trance, he stood staring at the delight that was Astrid Hofferson’s cunt. He had wondered for so long what it would look like, imagined every different way and it only succeeded in looking even more perfect then his imagination could come up with. He had thought she would have resembled most Viking woman, unbelievably thick black hair covering there sweet spot but Astrid’s was different. Instead due to her natural blonde hair, her sex was covered in thinner, shorter fair locks between her leg’s that looked almost tidy. The hair practically framed her plump pussy lips as if Freya herself had designed her cunt to entice any man lucky enough to lay his eyes on it. Was there anything more perfect? Mildew wasn’t sure but it seemed Astrid Hofferson truly was a goddess among man. And she was his He thought in pure delight.
His cock begged to be released as eyed the blonde, his mouth watering at the thought of spreading her legs and tasting her essence . But he first wanted to thoroughly warm her up.
“You can drop your skirt now…” He commanded, smirking when she did as he knew full well he would be under there soon. Stepping forward, he got in touching distance of her, his eye’s looking at her enticing lip’s.
He leaned his face forward towards her ear, his mouth millimetres away. He could smell golden her hair, hints of lavender and pine. Mildew knew she was trying to pull away but unable, but what he wanted next there wasn’t any way she could.
Astrid watched as the man in disguise came close to her, leaning in towards her ear. His smell causing nausea to hit, stale, old and an unwashed scent hitting her. It was like this nightmare would never end when she felt his warm horrid breath on her ear. What was confusing though, she could still feel his beard on the skin of her shoulder blade, and yet she couldn’t see it, instead her mind only showing her the iron black helmet up close. What he said next though felt like an axe to her heart.
“Kiss me my Viking whore, kiss me like you would Hiccup…”
The shield maiden didn’t say anything return, just letting out a silent sob, this time a lone tear fell from her eye as the man pulled away from her ear , before leaning back in towards her .She couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward as well as the command set in , while it looked as though her mouth was about to meet the cold iron of his mask , instead her mouth met a pair of thin , snake like lips . She felt herself put an unwanted passion behind it, as though this kiss was meant for the man she loved.
Mildew moaned as Astrid’s lips met his old perverted ones like she wanted to kiss him, her mouth tasting irresistible. He smirked inwardly when her mouth opened, as if he was Hiccup and she was in a loving kiss. In unison, their lips moved together, the old man making sure to slip his long tongue into her hot teen mouth. Their tongues began wrestling, the girl’s moving against her command, while his with enthusiasm.
As it was happening, Mildew reached up his bare hand, stroking it down her soft blonde locks, down to her bare shoulder. Continuing its descent, his hand went down the shield maiden’s bare chest, his rough, old hands grazing over her hard, erect nipple on her right mound. Before slipping to the side of her waist, over her taught stomach before her skull covered belt. Mouth’s still moving, the old man savouring the sweet, sweet taste of Astrid’s mouth and tongue against his, he then dragged his hand down the side of her studded leather skirt until it hit the soft skin of her toned bare legs under the hem. The perverted Viking felt her breathing pick up, and he knew she was most likely trying to pull away from his hand but couldn’t. He didn’t care as his hands then began moving underneath the shield maiden’s piece of clothing.
She felt sick, felt like she could throw up as his breath, mixed with his tongue and the horrid taste of her abuser’s mouth was hitting her senses. His bearded was thick against her nose, as like some dragon panting, her mouth was practically fucked by this bastard’s tongue. But it got worse when she felt his large bony hand going down her body, because she knew where he was heading, she just wanted this to end to escape back home and never show her face again. But worse was, as his hands reached the bottom of her skirt and slowly moved under it, she much to her humiliation knew this bastard could well find her untouched pussy …. Wet.
Mildew pulled away, releasing the blonde, the pair breathing heavy. The old man staying close though, nearly nose to nose with the stunning blonde, his dull green eye’s staring at the blonde’s now clearly worried ice blue. The palm of his hand resting on the top of thigh under her skirt, he slowly stroked her skin with his sharp, dirty nails.
“So, tell me Miss Hofferson.” Mildew breathed, the girl recoiling even more from the smell. “This little cunt my hand’s so close to … Tell me the truth, when the candles are out, when it’s just you in your room, do you ever play with it?”
Astrid blinked, her cheeks once more blushing furiously in humiliation as she slowly nodded, her eye’s still watery, the horrid taste of her rapist’s mouth on her tongue. Leaning back against the hard rock of the cove Cliffside, she felt so trapped. She had experimented alone, her mother telling her that masturbation could send her body to Valhalla temporarily but while it had felt good, she had never seen the stars she had been promised .
“Oh, and who do you think about when you do hmm??? Tell me…” Mildew mocked knowing full well who this love-struck goddess would say.
“H-Hiccup.”
Laughing devilishly , Mildew continued to caress he top of the blondes leg . “ Oh and has he ever played with it himself?”
While he didn’t command her, by the look in her eyes he knew full well Hiccup hadn’t. Oh, the old man was more than happy being her first for most thing’s. Without waiting a second longer his right hand then trailed inward towards the girl’s sex.
Trying to stay strong, Astrid closed her leg’s the best she could when she felt his hand begin to move towards her sacred place.
“When you die , I hope you enjoy hel you piece of shit..” The blonde said with venom, yet her breath shook with nerves as slowly the man’s rough hand’s pushed her legs apart . She shuddered when he then placed his hand over her cunt, the man breathing heavy in front of her, his stale breath even more prominent. She looked at his green eyes as he touched her, while she couldn’t see his mouth, his eyes showed lust, evil intention’s and a smugness at what he would have just realised.
“So, it appears you really are a whore…” Mildew whispered with glee, his cock hard to the point he felt he could pass out as his old rough hand wrested on Astrid’s perfection. He could feel he dampness of her cunt, the pure heat it was radiating…. No matter the denial, his pretty Viking toy must have been enjoying it, must have felt something even if it was only her body that reacted in kind. It didn’t matter, he would break and mould her mind until she wanted this as well.
“I’m not…” Astrid began to retort, only for it be halted as she released a shaky breath when she felt the man’s long, rough middle finger slowly begins to run up and down her moist pussy lip’s.
His finger became slick as the old man teased her entrance , time for goading , time for talking was now over . It was time to introduce Astrid to what she could get from him if she submitted , even if there next meeting would be completely different .
Watching her large, stunning eye’s, Mildew ran his middle finger from the top of her cunt down until her entrance beckoned. Without stopping, he pushed his large, bony finger between her lips, savouring the sound of the surprised gasp coming from her mouth, grateful the girl’s hymen was gone, most likely from her psychical training. His cock pulsated, throbbing heavily as he relished the heat around his old finger.
I’m inside her cunt Mildew thought with joy, he didn’t think he had ever felt something so tight, so hot gripping him in his life. He bit his snake like lips at the thought of being buried inside this Viking goddess, how good she would feel around his member but he pushed that to the side for now. Instead, he slowly began pump his finger into the blonde, grateful he could watch her eye’s as they widened slightly from his movements.
Astrid could feel the man’s finger as it slipped in and out of her virgin pussy, it felt slightly painful as his bony finger was a lot longer than her own but her body continued to betray her as that feeling soon went, instead her slit got wetter and unwanted flickers of pleasure soon took its place. Her hand’s gripping the Cliffside behind her, she felt humiliation, a common theme today as she was fingered like some cheap whore by an unknown man. The shield maiden did her best to ignore his previous words of only whore’s liking being treated this way, and instead tried to concentrate on keeping strong, not showing she was feeling anything but hatred. But in the silent cove, where it was just the two of them, it was made all the harder as he began moving his finger more rapidly, her breathing increasing as time passed by. I don’t like this , I don’t like this , I don’t like this ran through her mind she tried imagining Hiccup’s face in a bid to help , but the guilt was too much.
Mildew stared at Astrid’s face, her eye’s telling a story her mouth wasn’t as his finger didn’t leave her moistening pussy. Reaching forward, he leaned his face towards her ear , his breath tickling her skin.
“Don’t be ashamed of what you are Astrid…” He whispered to the teen, his voice muffled to her “You’re a slut deep down, you can be yourself around me …. Somewhere in that pretty head of yours’s you want this...”
“N-no I don’t…” Astrid replied meekly, the blonde about to say more only to be stopped as Mildew slipped a second finger into her, this time, she couldn’t stop herself as a moan slipped unwillingly from her lip’s. His large finger’s filling her tight hole as they finger fucked her with pace.
The old pervert merely smirked at the sweet noise that fell from her mouth, wanting to taste her mouth again he made another command.
“Kiss me again just like you did a moment ago,”
Nausea hit the shield maiden once more, as the masked man pulled away from her ear, but leaned back into her mouth as the Loki stone’s power made her once again meet his lips with the eagerness she would the man she loved.
If anyone was to see the scene unfolding, it would seem the fearless Astrid Hofferson, was willingly kissing the old man everyone hated on Berk, all the while he had his hand up her skirt pleasuring her with his dirty hand’s. But it wasn’t the case, but they wouldn’t know, they would assume it was merely a dirty affair, as their tongues passionately wrestled in one another’s mouth’s.
Moaning with pure lust into Astrid’s mouth, that taste like sweet, sweet honey, Mildew had to stop himself from pulling his hard cock out and bending her over against the cliff. To compensate, he pulled away from her lip’s , staring at the disgusted blonde Viking. Without warning he began to pump his fingers into her as hard and as fast as he could, before eyeing her stunning bare chest in front of him. His sudden fast, rough pace causing the shield maiden’s body to jerk against the Cliffside, crying out a loud, unwanted groan of unwanted pleasure . Looking at the enticing nipple on her perfect right breast, he then reached down, latching his old lips onto it like he had earlier. The sound of suckling, mixed with his skin slapping wet skin as Mildew’s finger’s thrust into Astrid’s now soaking, squelching cunt.
“Stop …. Stop ...” Astrid sobbed between each movement, it was for nothing though as the warmth in her abdomen now burned as her legs shook, the blonde struggling to stay up. The dual sensation of her rapist’s fingers and mouth on her sensitive part’s making her feel almost dizzy, she couldn’t think clearly, didn’t realise she was now moaning openly.
The sweet, enticing groans of his obsession made it even harder for Mildew to concentrate on not taking her right now. He had a plan, he had to stick to it, if he wanted his long-term goals to be succeeded.
Making a choice, he pulled his fingers from her perfect cunt, the bony appendages slick with her juices. Stumbling back slightly, he looked at the heavy breathing, red faced teen staring at him with disgust as she leant back heavily on the cliff behind her.
“Spread your leg’s …” Mildew whispered lustfully, watching, biting his lip as Astrid followed his command. Stepping her leg’s apart more, her blue tights’ stretching above her fur boots at the movement.
What now … Astrid thought, her body tired, her wet slit feeling like It was on fire as she opened her leg’s more. She felt disgusted with herself as she had lost focus, fallen into the unwanted pleasure she had received. Was she a whore? Her mind told her no, but her body seemed intent on showing her something different. But she wouldn’t break, her mind rattling through every other option telling her different thing’s.
The feeling’s in her body this bastard had provoked though, alone at night her hand hadn’t been able to achieve…. And that worried her more than anything .. the shield maiden needed to get out of the cove and never return, but by the looks of her rapist in front of her, he wasn’t quite finished with her yet.
“Pull your skirt up , and hold it up until I tell you otherwise….”
Astrid didn’t speak, knowing it was useless, the man wouldn’t be reasoned with as to her humiliation once more, her wrapped hands grabbed the bottom of her leather spiked skirt. Hiking it up slowly, she held it in place as her wet, swollen sex was on show once more to the disguised man.
Seeing it again with his own eyes made Mildew salivate as he stepped closer once more. This time, instead of attacking her mouth with his, he sunk to his knees in front of her, ignoring the pain in his old bones as he did. Eye level with it, he was almost in a trance once more, as he was now within touching distance. He could smell her musky, addictive scent coming from between her toned legs, not stopping himself he placed his rough hands on both of thighs, before slowly leaning in, his large pointed nose coming into contact with her sweet, plump pussy lip’s .
He shuddered …hard, as her sweet scent hit his nostrils straight on, he hadn’t smelled anything better in his life. This beauty, this goddess, there seemed as though there was nothing about her that wasn’t perfect.
“By Odin you smell good.” Mildew groaned, inhaling, his hot, stale breath tickling the blonde’s cunt as he sniffed like some dog on heat. As he continued his actions, his hand’s trailed round her thighs, to the back of her toned, yet soft skinned leg’s before going upwards. The palm of his hand’s going over her surprisingly curvy, grabbable ass. Gripping it hard, his thought’s going to what he would eventually do to Astrid’s ass, although that would be another day.
She didn’t know what to do as she stared forward, alarmed, embarrassed and horrified as she felt her abuser between her leg’s, smelling her virgin twat. He’s a freak she thought in disgust, trying to ignore his warm breath currently tickling her unwillingly moist pussy. She gasped slightly when her ass was then groped roughly by the man between her leg’s.
Then she felt something that made her moan unintentionally as the bastard beneaths slithery tongue ran from the bottom of her slit to the top. Again, a first for Astrid, again something Hiccup and she hadn’t experienced together as his tongue began repeating the action. She felt ashamed once more, as unwanted pleasure ran through her heated core. His tongue then slipped between her wet folds, moving in different directions, causing the muscles around her stomach to contract. He was tasting her; this bastard was tasting her essence and she couldn’t stop him. But she wasn’t sure if she physically could, even if she was able to move as his tongue was making her feel almost dizzy, much like his dirty fingers had before but with an even greater intensity.
Her head leaned back, jerking against the cliff side as she then felt his snake like appendage run over her clit. The magic button sent from Freyja, as her mother had called it, the thing she found almost too sensitive to touch on her night’s alone. The movement sending shockwaves up her body before she felt his tongue move back down to her entrance. Feeling his long beard tickling her skin as he did.
She could hear herself moaning, but she couldn’t stop herself as he began fucking her with his tongue. Fight it Astrid, don’t give him the satisfaction… her mind screamed but to no avail. Her own moan’s mixed in with his perverted, lustful grunt’s and his mouth meeting her sopping wet entrance.
If he thought she smelt good, the taste of her essence on his tongue was fifty times better. Mildew could have spent hours between her leg’s no question, even though he felt the pain in his cock, her juices where far too addictive to notice as much. His hand’s still gripping her ass roughly, he lapped away at her sex, enjoying the shakes of her body, the gasp of her breaths and the unwilling moan’s. He could tell his little whore was close, he was going to push her over the edge, give her something that little Hiccup runt would never know how to do … at least not without a good few disappointing attempts.
Removing one of his hand’s from behind her, he then pulled his tongue from between her folds, trailing it up her cunt until he reached her swollen, enticing clit. With warning, he circled it with his tongue, flicking as well before latching onto it. His dirty old mouth playing with her sensitive button, causing her to thrash slightly, her moan’s becoming more erratic. To add to it he then slipped two of his fingers from his now free hand back between her tight cunt lip’s. Her pulsating walls gripping his long finger’s as he pumped them in and out of her in a perverted rhythm with his mouth.
She tried to stay focused, tried to remember this was happening against her will, but the shield maiden couldn’t stop her, unknown to her climax from building. Her body felt almost on fire, her chest heaved and she became almost breathless as she felt a pressure building, starting from her cunt as the thin lips of her rapist suckled on her clit, all the while his horrid bony finger’s thrust nonstop into her wet sex. All she could do was hold her skirt up, her fingers nearly digging through the thick leather of the item.
The sun was rising over the cove, as the sounds of Astrid’s breathless moans, along with Mildew’s low groans of pleasure filled the area.
“Stop…” Astrid whispered in between her inherent moaning, as it all become too much, as her muscle’s tightened, her body shuddering…. “Odin please.” what she was even asking for she didn’t no. And then it happened, an almost earth shattering moment as Astrid fell over the edge, the blonde experiencing her first climax all due to the most hated man on Berk.
The blonde cried out loudly, the noise then turned into a choked sob as she shuddered, and jerked on the old man’s mouth. Shockwaves of pleasure went through her body as she rode out her first orgasm, even the guilt and humiliation she felt was pushed to the side as the embraced the moment.
Pulling his fingers from her cunt, mildew then placed his forearm just above her twat holding her in place as his mouth slipped from her clit down to her opening. He began lapping away once more, as her cunt juices began flowing freely into his waiting mouth. Fuck she taste’s good the old pervert thought as he drank from her like a man would water had he been stuck in the desert for years. Holding her still, he let the teen ride out of her orgasm on his more than willing, haggard old face.
It felt like hours they stayed like that, but it was merely seconds as the rush from Astrid’s unwanted climax began to dissolve. Her knee’s felt weak, her body now wanting buckle as she felt his tongue still moving inside her even more sensitive slit.
“ Stop….” Astrid pleaded, her body feeling used as everything hit home once more at what had just happened.
Mildew heard her from above, and while he could have continued, he had succeeded in his goal for today. He also knew time was getting on, Viking’s rose early after all, the last thing he needed was anyone spotting them even if it was a long shot. Savouring her sweet taste a little longer, the Viking farmer then pulled his mouth away from her, before standing to his feet. His cock throbbed with need and want still, but his hand would have to do as he looked at the dishevelled, horrified looking beauty in front of him.
Quickly grabbing his gloves and helmet from the floor, the clothing next to Astrid’s discarded tunic and breast bindings, he slipped the helmet and gloves back on.
“I’m done with you for today.” Mildew said smugly through his disguise, the blonde’s juices still around his mouth, the taste still much to his pleasure on his tongue.
It was like the command’s where lifted after those word’s as Astrid’s hand’s let go of her skirt, before she gave into her weakened leg’s, sliding down the hard cliff behind her until she landed her on her backside. Tights’ still round the middle of her leg’s, she quickly pulled them back up her body until she was covered, she then grabbed for her tunic ignoring the breast binding’s as she used the material to cover her bare chest. Before looking back up at her rapist’s disguised face, she could tell by his eye’s he was smirking beneath his helmet.
Needing to pick his word’s correctly, Mildew put into place the next part of his plan.
“I think maybe you should come meet me again here tomorrow at the same time Astrid.” The old man said, making sure he stated it more as a question then a command.
Astrid looked down in horror, not realising he hadn’t used his power on her. What he said next though, he meant.
“The day after tomorrow Astrid, you will come here at the same time… alone…”
He watched as the stunning goddess of a girl didn’t reply, merely continued to stare down at her feet, probably still trying to soak in what had happened. Mildew knew she wouldn’t turn up tomorrow, although he would come in case she completely took him by surprise and turned up uncommand … but the day after? Well … that was when he would change it up, that was when she would be shown what happens when you don’t play along. He had shown her pleasure today, and if she by some miracle turned up tomorrow without him having used the loki stone power’s he would show her pleasure again, happily in fact. But the day after tomorrow, if that didn’t happen, well his little slut was going to be punished like the naughty child she was.
“I’ll be going this way…” Mildew pointed to his right. “You will wait until I’m gone, and you can then leave but only by the other route…”
With that the ugly old Viking left the cove , leaving a worn out , humiliated and embarrassed Astrid Hofferson…
A/N was it good? i tried to show Astrid disliking it , but being that she is unexperinced , and Mildew knows what hes doing she couldnt fight her body's reaction .
next chapter will ever be a non sex with plot one , or plot added onto the sexual acts coming next.
Now as usual i love idea's , if anyone has any that Mildew can do to Astrid before he fucks her to make her more submissive etc do say in reveiw. Or email me , its on my bio ...
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