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Bound Berkians	By : Everyone-Has-Internet Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 15741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Astrid awakes to the sound of the open ocean; gentle waves and small splashes, and the repetitive noise of wood knocking against wood. The sun beats down on her bear skin, it’s hotter than she’s used to, but a silhouette soon blocks its rays. It's Hiccup, still rowing their way to safety. She can see his hands are bleeding.

“How long was I asleep?” She asks.

“Not sure. At least two hours. That's when the sun came up.”

“Have you been rowing all night?” She takes his hand and gently pries it from the oar. His palm is a bruised and torn mess. “By Thor, Hiccup…” She cups ocean water and cleans the wounds.

“I couldn't let them catch up with us. My navigation skills are a bit rusty, but we should be headed in the right direction.” Hiccup flinched as the cool water runs through the open wounds in his palm.

“…How's your chest?”

“…How's your shoulder?” They both remain silent as she continues to clean his hands. “…How’d you manage to get your arms in front of you?” He asks, but doesn’t look at her.

“What?”

“Back on the ship, when you knocked the captain out, your hands where still tied. How’d you do that?”

“Heh. I don’t know. I just knew I HAD to and rolled my hands under my butt. I think I almost dislocated my shoulder when doing it. Thank the Gods for adrenalin.” She gently blows into his palms. “I’ll be taking the next shift at the oars. Like you said, we can’t let them catch …”

Hiccup interrupts her, taking her by the face, cupping his hands on either side. They’re rough against her rounded checks. He’s not a Viking at first sight. He’s always been thin and weak. But his hands; they are the hands of a blacksmith, the hands of a rider of dragons, strong, determined. They speak more than an ax or sword. Astrid can’t help but swoon in their embrace. He pulls her hard and quick. They kiss. They kiss again and again until thin strings of saliva trail from their lips. They can’t help it, they are celebrating their freedom. Or at least they are starting.

Days pass and they take turns rowing the oars until their arms are too weak to move. They ration the water and share slices of apples. With only the stars and setting sun as their guide they keep moving, until they lose track of time. The sun beats down hard, sweat glistens on their nude bodies, and at night they sleep curled in each others arms. More time passes. The food runs out. The water will soon follow. Astrid sits with slumped shoulders. The dagger rests in her hands.

“Hiccup…” she calls. “We’re not going home? Are we?”

“Yes we are.” He replies with a strained voice as he musters the strength to pull on the oars. “We’ll land on the docks. And the first ones to great us will be our dragons. My father will be close behind, and we’ll be embarrassed when they see our bare butts.” Hiccup chuckles.

“But what if we DON’T!” She yells, stabbing the dagger into the boats frame. She crawls across the small raft until she’s right on top of Hiccup. “When I was young I always believed I’d die in battle. Then, I was sure it would be at your side. But now….”

“That is NO WAY for ‘Fearless’ Astrid Hofferson to talk”. Hiccup speaks sternly. “We are going home. Even if I need to row this boat with no oars and just my bare hands.”

“Heh. I like it when you try to act tough.”Astrid smiles as she leans close, rubbing her nose against his. “Hiccup, if you believe, then I’ll believe. But … if we ARE to die out here…” He stops her. He kisses her.

“Let me make love to you.” Hiccup whispers.

Astrid takes the lead, slowly pushing Hiccup onto him back. She kisses his chest, gently pressing her lips on the raised skin of his branding. With the feeling of his scar on her lips and his sweat on her tongue, her pussy begins to drip. She descends. Peppering his belly with more kisses, she rakes at the scruff of hair at its lowest part. She moves lower, nestling herself between his legs.

“Wha…what are you doing?” Hiccup asks.

“Shhh just relax. I’ve wanted to do this for days.” She takes his dick in hand. It’s hot and starting to swell quickly. She rolls her tongue out and drags it on the head. Hiccup jolts. “Heh heh. You liked that?” She does it again, this time giving his shaft a good squeeze. Astrid swirls her tongue round his tip and works it under his foreskin. She can taste his hot sweat and slimy pre-cum as it drips out. It’s strong in smell, it’s disgusting, and it’s making her so damn horny. Finally, she takes his dick into her mouth. She’s not delicate. Her teeth gnash at his flesh as he slides in; pushing his foreskin back. She can feel his dick reaching its full size as she rubs her tongue beneath it. Astrid pulls back slowly but keeps his tip just past her lips. She smiles at him devilishly as she suckles, and then she dips back down as far as she can go. It’s only half way down his dick, but Hiccup’s not complaining. She pulls back again and dips once more. Then again, and again, constantly sucking on his flesh. Spit coats his shaft as she slides faster and faster.

Hiccup grunts and grasps the boat railings. Astrid lets out sloppy moans and quick gasps for air. Her drool runs down his shaft and over her fingers as she slowly strokes it. Soon her hand is covered in spit. She slides her hand from his dick down to his balls and cups them. She gives them a nice squeeze just to make him jump. And when he does, she gleefully forces herself as deep as she can go. Astrid gags but doesn’t stop until her lips feel the hair on his nuts. Again she gags, she coughs, and her eyes starts to water, but she stays clinging to him. Lapping her tongue under his throbbing dick, she squeezes Hiccup’s balls even tighter as she strains.

But just as she’s about to pull away, Hiccup lurches forward griping her head in his hands. Weaving his fingers in her hair he pulls her back down, her nose bumping into his gut. He jerks her head up and then slams it back onto his dick again. Her head bobs over and over again in small, quick, thrusts. At first she’s ready to fight and push him away. But that feeling was only in response to her surprise. Instead she raps her forearms around his thighs, digging her nails onto the side of his ass checks, and indulges in his act of savagery. Soon, Astrid is keeping up with his movement. She allows his hard dick to knock into the back of her throat. And with every dip of her head he manages to get deeper, until she can feel him almost in her neck.
She gags more and her tongue slides out and curls under his balls. Her slimy spit flows over them. Until finally he give one last push. She coughs violently as she chokes on him, but she still doesn’t push away. Hiccup might be acting crazy but he knows Astrid. He knows what makes her happy, makes her hot, makes het wet. He doesn’t cum, not yet. Instead he pulls her up slowly and lets her breath. Her face is burning red in color, her eyes faded and her mouth a sloppy mess. He holds her gently, running his fingers in her hair as she rests her head against his leg, catching her breath. A short moment passes, and then Hiccup speaks.

“Okay... my turn.”

“Heh heh. Give me a moment…” She chuckles between her gasps for air. “You BEAST.” She smiles softly and rubs her check on his skin. Her hand grips his steel leg.

“Come on now.” Hiccup helps her to sit on the boats crossbeam. “Now it’s my time to be adventures. I want to taste you too.” He takes her knees in hand and spreads them apart. As her thighs separate they reveal her dripping pussy. It glistens in the mid days sun. He licks his lips.

“Hiccup!” Astrid giggles. He’s the only one who’s ever heard her do so. “It’s not a banquet to drool over.”

“I may have to disagree with you on that. What’s wrong? Are you feeling embarrassed?”

“Well actually…” She open her legs more and lefts her feet to now rest on the boats left and right rim. She leans back and proudly displays her cunt. “I think this position suits you well. So please enjoy your feast” She rocks her hips toward him, beckoning him.
Hiccup’s nerves, but somehow he knows what to do. He pauses for only a second and then presses his hanging tongue against the lips of the pussy. She flinches. He can taste her salt and a flavor he’s never had before. It’s intoxicating. He laps over her lips once, twice, three times. Every time Astrid quivers. He now raps his lips over her pussy and gently suckles on her soft flesh. “Oh Gods, Oh Gods…” Astrid mumbles. Using his thumbs Hiccup spreads the flesh to reveal her pink hole and swollen clit.

“I was never able to get a good look in that dark box on the ship.” Hiccup says with wonder.

“Ta-take-take all the time you want to-to get to know it.” Astrid replays between heavy breaths and closed eyes.

“Mm I think I will.”

He dives back in. But now, as he holds her open, he pokes her clit with the very tip of his tongue. This send a shock threw her spine and her toes twitch. He notices and continues. He swirls over her clit, forcing it out of its hood. It hardens with every passing he gives it. He finally takes it into his mouth and sucks on it like he would one of her nipples. Astrid moans loudly with every pull. She rakes at the hair on his head with her long nails. She soon starts to tug, pushing his face into her. But then, he nibbles, he pinches her clit oh so gently between his teeth. Astrid lets out a joyous scream of shock and pleasure. Hiccup quickly pulls way.

“Sorry. Did that hu..” Before he can ask his question Astrid franticly grasps his head and slams his face back into her crotch.

“DON’T STOP! Keep going.” She shouts. And with a muffled laugh, he does.

He gnashes her clit and then pulls at her lips. Between every pull and soft bite he gives a lick to make her shake. He keeps going until she finally whispers “Hiccup… I can’t. No more.” He looks up and sees her with her head swayed back, her eyes locked on the clouds.

“One last thing.” He replies. His chin now covered in spit and juices.

He spreads her lips apart again, but this time to push his tongue against her hole. He’s slow but firm and he slides in with ease. He digs into her as deep and he can go. For all her protest she now holds him tight. Her nails dig into his scalp. He twist and turns inside her, brushing her walls until he finds it; that spot that make her melt in his hands. And when he does, she melts quickly. Her grip fails her and her back arches. She starts to buck uncontrollably but Hiccup grips her tight in his arms. He won’t stop. He keeps pressing the flat of his tongue on her wall, scraping at it, giving it all his attention. Astrid starts pleading.

“Hiccup! I-I think... I think I’m NAHHG!!!”

Astrid’s pussy explodes in a current of juices. Hiccup barely has time to let her go and his face is drenched in her nectar. She collapses; limp, onto the floor of the boat. Her body can’t stop shacking as Hiccup, wiping his chin, hangs over her.

“I’m guessing I performed well?” He grins.

Back on Berk Astrid hated it when the boys acted smug. They were rarely as smart as they thought they were. But whenever Hiccup got too cocky, Astrid couldn’t help but find it cute. Maybe it’s his attempt at being macho, or just the stupid way he smiles. Whatever it is, it fills her with joy. So without warning, her legs fly upward and she snares him between her feet and pulls him down to her. They tussle. The boat rocks as a mass of sweaty arms and legs flail with the sound of laughter flowing in the air. He pins her, but only because she lets him. Astrid raps her arms around his neck, forcing him down for a kiss. She can taste her own squirt on his lip but she doesn’t care. She drives her tongue into his mouth and he does the same to her. Their mouths intertwine only allowing moans of delight to leak out between gasps for air.

Without thinking, he slides his hand down to his dick. Once in hand he rubs its tip on her pussy. Astrid moans again in approval and he plunges into her with one firm thrust. Their lips separate as Astrid lets out a sharp cry “GnaaHH!”

“Nnnha! You’re so tight… but soft. I love it.” Hiccup grunts as he slides the rest of his manhood into her.

He starts slow, but soon picks up speed; thrusting into her as he grips her at the waist. Astrid’s feet are back on the boat’s rim as she spreads herself wide for her lover.

“Yes Hiccup, YES! Give it to me!” She cries out between grit teeth. There’s still a small sting from what was once a virgin pussy. But as before, she revels in the pain. It’s a pleasure that only Hiccup can give her.

They soon build a steady pace. Hiccup’s balls knock into Astrid’s taint with a repeated slapping. The only other sound to accompany the meeting of flesh is their grunts. He leans into her hard with every thrust, and she braces herself by griping the wood boat frame even tighter. His steel leg squeaks as he finds better footing and gives her one good, slow, push. It forces her back against the front of the boat, his chest pressed onto hers. Hiccup dips his face into her neck and starts to cover her collarbone in kisses. Now he’s giving her short, hard thrust. Fast, sharp. He can feel himself getting close to cuming and Astrid is shacking with anticipation. She knows he’s about to blow.

She rolls her head back, over the boats railing. She gasps…

“Hiccup…Hiccup..” She reaches her arm over her head. “HICCUP!” She cries with joy, but not for what she expected. “Hiccup LOOK!”

Just as he’s about to cum Astrid unexpectedly rolls out from under him and points into the distance. It’s an island, not Berk, but an island none the less.

Hiccup cums on her hip.
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