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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 Hello sorry about the delay, this chapter was a pain in the ass to write. I really don't like it but want to move onto to more of the story haha. I'm hoping some get enjoyment out of it still. Please do reveiw if you do.
I have no beta so there will be mistakes definetly.
This chapter makes Astrid question herself.... was meant to be more on it but it just went on to long.

What’s wrong with me?
Chapter six
Training at the cove part 2
Astrid got dressed, washed and ready for the day with a slight bounce in her step. Of course, she wasn’t leaping around in happiness but the fact she hadn’t gone to the cove against her will had given her hope.
It would always affect her of course what had happened, but if there was a chance he had lost control over her, well, it was a thought she hoped was true.
As she went about her day though she couldn’t stop the slight fear that crept into her head that just around the corner the man in the mask would be waiting for her. Just around the corner would be another moment that would haunt her.
She spent her time flying Stormfly, even having a quick race with Toothless and Hiccup before eventually taking a class at the dragon academy, teaching a few of the youngster’s how to bond with their very own dragon’s. All the while she was doing this, going about the day as if it were normal, she couldn’t stop the occasional thought slipping into her head about everything that had happened to her. Couldn’t stop the guilt and shame she felt when she remembered the powerful climax she had been brought to. Or the feeling of the man’s rough hand’s all over her body, groping at her hungrily.
Paranoia had set in as well, after all she was sure the man was from Berk so every person she encountered, she eyed up with suspicion trying to recognise anything that would give her a clue to the man in the mask’s identity. It got worse through the day, so when Hiccup announced to the dragon rider’s they had been given permission by Stoic to head back to the edge tomorrow afternoon for a small period. It was just what she needed, as the people she would go with where not him, that she was sure of at least, it would also give the blonde time to relax slightly and hopefully get out of her head a bit.
Night time… Astrid’s hut.
For the first time in a while, Astrid felt comfortable in her bed, while she was still slightly restless, she knew she just needed to get through tonight before heading off to the Edge tomorrow. Rolling around, finding the right spot she kept her mind occupied on battle strategy’s, or improvements that could be made for Edge’s defences. Usually she thought of different things, like Hiccup… well mostly Hiccup but she wanted to avoid thinking off his touch, avoid thinking of anything that could remind her of the man in the mask. It pained her, but the fact was she had done more with this bastard then she had with Hiccup.
She hadn’t felt ready to take it any further with the man she loved, he understood and respected her, but now this asshole had come into her life and snatched certain first’s away from her.
Astrid sighed loudly before turning over, trying not to dwell on it and instead going back to her previous thought’s. Eventually the blonde fell asleep.
Hours later…
Astrid woke suddenly, her blue eye’s opening to the darkness of her room, turning over she realised it wasn’t quite time to get up as the sun hadn’t risen yet and Berk was still quiet. When she went to close her eye’s once more though, she felt it, the tell-tale signs of her body beginning to move on its own.
No no no no … her mind screamed with worry as she felt herself slip out of her bed against her will. She thought this was over, thought his powers hadn’t worked… she thought after her day of peace this could have been over. But her hopes where shattered as her body felt like it was on repeat, she began getting dressed like it was a normal day, before eventually she slipped out of her home and headed the same way as two morning’s back… towards the cove.
Fifteen minutes later…
Trudging through the dirt dressed in her usual attire, her mind could barely register anything as images of what happened last time hit her hard. Unlike last time though she hadn’t had time to prepare herself, hadn’t had time to try put herself into a different mental place. Instead as she got closer to the Cove, her emotions where all over the place.
Stopping for a second, the beautiful shield maiden took in a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She had humiliated herself last time, a shiver running up her spine at the horror of his rough hand’s and snake like tongue bringing her to climax. She bit her lip in thought, she couldn’t deny that it had felt good…. spectacular even but she didn’t let her mind dwell on that, she couldn’t the guilt that continued to build in her stomach was too much. She shouldn’t have felt any pleasure, not by another man, not by someone who took her without her consent.
Shaking her head, her long blonde braid shaking slightly at the movement, she squashed the thoughts, she had to be stronger this time she would not break to his touch. Her body didn’t allow her to stop for long in one spot, as her legs began moving, her fur boots crunching and snapping twig’s as she went.
She eventually arrived in the cove, only to much like last time, find it empty, only the sounds of birds in the tree’s and the morning wind could be heard. Crossing her arm’s, she wasn’t sure what was about to happen, this time though she didn’t call him out, this time, the longer it took for him to appear the better.
What Astrid didn’t realise was that deep into the cove, Mildew like last time was watching her, only this time he sat a top of a large tree trunk, the tree itself downed, having clearly been struck by lightning. Dressed in his usual attire, his black cloak, black gloves, dirty brown trousers, boots and his iron helmet he sat smirking at her as she stood looking around in the distance.
He was happy to see her dressed in her usual blue tunic, studded skirt, tights and boots. Her clothing choice always making him bite his lip, the old man picturing fucking her against a hut, tights around her ankles as he thrust into her from behind, the people of Berk going about their day not realising their Warrior, their strong shield maiden was being defiled just metres away from them. He shuddered at the small fantasy, he shuddered even more at the thought of his beautiful mind slave enjoying every second of it. It was something he wished, but knew it would be a long road to ever get her wanting to be owned by him.
Placing his gloved hands to the either side of the mouthpiece of his helmet to make his voice echo he decided there was no time like the present to move onto the next part of his plan.
“Follow my voice Miss Hofferson, come to your owner my beautiful pet.”
Eyes glancing as she turned her head, Astrid shivered in disgust as she heard the masked man’s voice…. Heard his word’s. Owner? The word horrified her because it almost rang true, she was a strong proud warrior and yet this man could make her dance, make her obedient. Shaking her head, her blonde braid swinging as she did, no one owned her!! No one did… stroking one of her blonde bangs from her face, she tried once more not to move to his command’s but again it was pointless as she began doing as she was told, walking in the direction the muffled voice of her self-proclaimed owner’s voice.
Walking deeper into the cove, through the thicker shrubbery and wildlife she finally saw him, her heart dropping, and her anger boiling as he sat on the edge of a tree stump, his body language cocky and arrogant. Thor help her….
“So, my dear, dear Astrid…. Are you ready for our next session? I mean you really seemed to love the last one, not to mention I can still taste the juices of that tight cunt of yours around my lips.”
Astrid couldn’t stop herself from looking down in shame, nor could she stop the memories hitting her. An unwanted heat between her legs seemed to appear slightly, the shield maiden doing her best to ignore the feeling, embarrassment hitting her once more.
“But you don’t deserve the special treatment you got the last time.” Mildew stated, his tone calm as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
Astrid looked up at his words slightly confused, not to mention worried. He had brought her here for his sick pleasure’s, and while she didn’t like last time….no matter how it ended, it meant he had something else in mind for her. She gagged at the thought of having to suck his cock again, and she felt tear’s threatening to form at the idea of him wanting to go even further than that.
“You don’t deserve a kiss from me…”
Thank Thor…Astrid thought bitterly, his snake like tongue and horrid lips suffocating against her’s.
“And you definitely don’t deserve me between your leg’s … not after you disobeyed me.”
Disobeyed him? The eighteen-year-old thought in confusion, when had she disobeyed him? Thinking back, it hit her, was he talking about the fact she hadn’t turned up the morning before? The notion that she would come here willingly was absurd. His weird magic was the only reason she was here now, like hel would she come here to this bastard, to this asshole, without being controlled. The thought making her let out a bitter laugh.
“And you think for a second that I would come here without you controlling me with your freak magic, the magic Loki himself clearly blessed you with. I would rather kiss Snotlout.”
Mildew smirked once more beneath his mask, although the thought of her being anywhere near that stocky little pig looking fellow Snotlout made him slightly nauseous. Didn’t mean he couldn’t hold it over her…
“I would watch your tone my little Astrid, otherwise I may just make you do exactly that. Maybe even in front of your darling Hiccup.”
Astrid glared putting on a strong front, all the while her heart beat faster had the horrid thought that he could do that…. Hiccup’s heart would already be broken enough if he found out what she had already done…. But seeing something like that as well would crush him even more.
“Maybe that’s what you want? I think it could be best…” Mildew watched with curiosity as he saw the worry flash briefly across the blondes stunning features. But the glare reappeared, the girl almost calling his bluff. “But then while it would be amusing, I think I’ll save that particular treat for another time. You need to be taught a lesson though Astrid, you need to learn that if you play along you’ll be treated right by me but if you don’t, well Ill treat you like the whore you really are…”
“For the last time, I’m not a whore.” The blonde shield maiden growled, ignoring the small voice in the back of her head that was whispering to her if you’re not, why did you react so strongly last time? The worst part was, she could tell this asshole in front of her was most likely thinking the same thing.
His jaw clenched slightly beneath his mask, annoyance slightly growing but the old pervert new he had to quell it. He knew she wouldn’t just bow without having proper training unless he ordered her to become a mindless slut but it wasn’t what he wanted so he pushed his anger down at her denial. Instead speaking calmly, he gave her a choice or well at least a unknowing chance at a less taxing punishment.
“Maybe you should come and lie across my knee’s….”
Astrid expected to be forced to move unwillingly, expected this beast’s power over her to kick in but she was surprised when her fur boots stayed planted on the ground. Thinking quick she tried to move to attack him, slight hope built up in her that maybe his magic was fading but her body never moved, never aloud it. Then why wasn’t she moving from his previous request?
Pity Mildew thought smugly, the punishment would just have to go on longer then it could of. He could tell by the look in her eye’s she had probably tried to attack him as soon as his ‘magic’ hadn’t worked, her eye’s turning from determined to annoyed rather quickly.
“It seemed you didn’t head my words, you’ll just have to suffer more…”
She didn’t know what he meant, the meaning of the muffled words of her attacker not hitting her quick enough before he then spoke again, this time firm… almost angry.
“You WILL come and lie across my knees and you won’t move when you are”
This time she felt it, the tell-tale sign of her teen body beginning to move without her consent, she tried to fight it but as usual It was to no avail as she stepped towards the sitting form of her tormentor. She eventually was in touching distance, her worried blue eye’s meeting his dull, haunting smug green ones. Without her permission, she then found herself leaning over his knees, her stomach feeling his bony legs beneath her dig in as much to her horror she found her top half leaning over one side of him, her bottom over the other.
Dread hit her as memories of being in this very position as a child, although very rare and only when she had disobeyed her mother. Please no the blonde thought with worry, it couldn’t be what she was thinking, it couldn’t be…. She began to try and wiggle, but it was to no avail, his command having set in as the eighteen-year-old stayed positioned over the masked man’s lap.
Mildew let out a chuckle at the sight of the shield maiden over his leg’s, the strong stunning blonde about to realise she should have obeyed him. He could feel her firm body against him, as blood rushed towards his lower regions. He could feel the spikes of her skirt digging in slightly, but he didn’t let it bother him, after all they wouldn’t be in the way for much longer.
Placing his gloved hand on her back, he slowly began caressing her, rubbing up and down the top end of her torso. Even this made his member throb in his trousers’, just touching, just stroking this blonde Valkyrie made him shudder. His hand’ then went to her long golden braid that usually cascaded down her back but was now dangling towards the side of her face. Gripping it with his right hand, he suddenly pulled back harshly causing the blonde to yelp slightly at the feeling, her head being pulled up at the movement.
“Did the mighty Astrid Hofferson just yelp like some common animal?” Mildew asked mockingly, her tied braid still in his grasp.
Astrid’s jaw clench at the movement, breathing sharply, a Vikings braid was a sacred thing, the way he was pulling her, mocking her did nothing but make her hatred build for this bastard in the mask.
“I have always admired your hair, even when I used to visit Berk when you were younger I used to admire the way it was done...”
It was a lie from Mildew, he had never visited Berk, as after all he had always lived on it but it always helped to throw her off the trail a bit.
“I remember going to many different tribes, seeing all these different women and no one stood out…” Mildew continued, still holding her hair with his right hand, parting his knees slightly but keeping her body balanced he reached under her with his left hand, deftly unbuckling her skull belt as he did. He then released her hair, Astrid’s head falling back down sharply.
“Stand up in front of me and stand still...” Mildew then ordered, making his voice to sound almost indifferent.
Astrid couldn’t stop herself from climbing off him and standing, worry continuously flowing through her at what this bastard had planned. The nausea was in full effect after his comment, this freak had been admiring her since she was younger? Looking at him she couldn’t speak not knowing what to say... just how long had he been watching her?. When he stood up from the log and walked towards her, she attempted to move back but his command had set in again. The shield maiden looked up at his helmet as he closed in on her, his gloved hands reached for her skull belt as he worked the strap’s pulling the clothing from her leather skirt. He wasted no time after, gripping the skirt and pulling it down her leg’s, leaving her in her dark blue tights and knee length boots, her skirt pooling around her ankles.
Sitting back on the log, Mildew looked up at his goddess, the little slut now having her skirt around her ankles making him bite his lip in appreciation. In just her tights’ he could see the outline of her leg’s so well, her strong toned thighs from training and her curvy hips where her woman hood had replaced her younger slimmer one’s, with one’s that could make a man’s mouth water. And this stunning goddess was his, the thought always making him happy.
“Get back into the same position across my leg’s Miss Hofferson…”
Once again, she moved, once again she fought, and once again she retook her position across the masked man’s leg’s. Her own feet on their toes as she balanced herself, hanging her head in shame once more at her position. It didn’t take long for the bastard controlling her to once more grab her long braid, pulling it back again once more. This time she controlled her reaction, only her face contorting in discomfort at her abuser’s movement.
“So where was I...” Mildew whispered lustfully, his spare left hand once more rubbing her back as he held her braid up. His eye’s though, his dull green eye’s where now staring with need at the shield maiden of Berk’s ass, the tights’ she was wearing clinging to her enticing, womanly backside. Still staring, he continued to speak, continued to tell his story.
“ah yes, many different tribes I went too and no one stood out, until around five years ago I noticed you starting to grow…”
Five years ago? Astrid thought in alarm, this freak had been watching her since she was thirteen, he already creeped her out, but this just made it worse.
“Your disgusting...” Astrid growled, although the hold the man had on her hair made her voice slightly distorted. Once more though, to her annoyance the bastard just chuckled like he had on so many occasions.
“That maybe be so, but don’t for a second think I wasn’t the only one watching you…” Mildew said, his left hand trailing down her back at a slow pace, closer and closer to her ass this time. “You should have heard the words of your fellow Vikings in the mead hall’s after a few drink’s.”
Astrid stayed silent, just closing her eyes as she tried to block out the man’s word’s not sure on why he was even telling her this if he wasn’t just trying to mess with her head. She cringed and tried to move unsuccessfully when she felt the gloved hand move from her back onto her ass, his palm slowly rubbing over each cheek slowly. Her eye’s tightening even more when she heard him let out a deep breath as he stroked her bum in a perverted manner. As he was doing it her body became aware of something else digging into the side of her core… she could feel that thing, his Hardness pressed against her stomach.
“When grown men from Berk have enough mead, their lips become loose…” Mildew said his voice low, his cock throbbing painfully at the feeling of her pert ass under his hand. His thoughts going to the idea of what it would look like as he pounded into her from behind. “I can remember it clearly, the comments they would say about you. About how they imagined it was you riding their cock’s instead of their wives, or about how they would all take turns on you or about how you were sent from above to be used by man and service them as a reward after a long hard battle.”
“Some even spoke, even in jest of taking you from behind when you weren’t looking just because you made them so hard…”
“Your lying…” Astrid finally replying to his words, her tone unconvincing though as she thought back to some of the strange look’s she had received from some of the older Viking’s through the year’s. She tried to ignore him, but she couldn’t and for some reason unknown to her, much to her horror she felt a slight heat between her leg’s at his word’s. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Am I ?” Mildew questioned before raising his hand slowly from her ass but holding it in the air as he did. What was funny to the old man, was he wasn’t lying, he had heard many a Viking comment on Astrid once they were drunk, unlike some Vikings, his memory was good. “One truly stood out though, this one you must have done something to piss him off. That Astrid is a cold little cunt… he said to us, walking about with a dragon on her shoulder…. he said, what I wouldn’t give to put that fine ass across my knee and…”
Without warning Mildew swiftly brought his gloved hand down, connected with Astrid’s firm ass as she gasped in surprise, shock coming to her features as she had just received her first slap.
“What in Thor’s name…” Astrid cried out in alarm, she had expected it sure, but for him to spank her backside, her, the proud Hofferson made her want to wiggle free even more.
“but it wouldn’t be the one slap…” Mildew whispered, swallowing, his mouth dry with lust as he raised his hand for a second time. “Oh no, the man said he would just keep going...”
With that he brought his hand down for a second time, his palm connecting with Astrid’s ass once more. For a second time, the blonde made a little gasping noise at his action’s… but he didn’t stop there as he continued.
“And going…”
Spank
“And going” ….
Spank
Astrid could only close her eye’s in utter humiliation as she felt the gloved hand of her abuser continuously connect with her tight covered ass. They weren’t especially hard, and it wasn’t like she wasn’t accustomed to pain, but she was prideful, her mind showing her being watched by Berk as she was punished like some naughty child. Her cheeks flushed a brighter red at the horrific thought, but at the back of her mind, there was another thought scratching away, one the blonde shield maiden batted to the side and chose to ignore.
It went on like this for what seemed an age to Astrid, but really it was a few minutes at most as the masked man continued to spank her, each slap followed by the mantra, and going…. When she felt him stop though, and resume stroking her ass much like earlier, the blonde felt a slight relief as she felt her cheeks slightly stinging.
“But the thing is, he didn’t own you like I do…”
“You don’t own me…” Astrid growled, even though her words seemed flat.
Gripping the waist of her tights, Mildew chuckled at Astrid’s words of defiance as he let go of her braid. Ignoring her futile word’s, he began to peel back her tights’ slowly like he was unwrapping a present on snoggletog.
“Oh, you know I do…” Mildew whispered, groaning inwardly as he saw the beginning of Astrid’s ass, her crack, toned yet full cheeks made the old pervert shudder. Hand still gripping the material he forced her tights down to the beginning of her boot’s. Marvelling as her backside as he saw it for the first time, never had he seen an ass so perfect, it was only made better by the slight redness on the perfect cheeks of the blonde’s rear. The view was topped off by the sight of her slightly haired, plump cunt that he could see between her leg’s.
Freyja really did send her Mildew thought as he looked towards the blonde’s head, it was lowered, he could only imagine from embarrassment.
She had tried to stop him from undressing her, but it was in vain as his powers override any attempt, keeping the shield maiden in place. Thor what now…Astrid thought in defeat, doing her best to ignore the earlier morning breeze making her cunt shiver. Even more feeling of humiliation crept in as she once more had to endure exposing herself to this thing…
Looking at his gloved hands, Mildew knew what he was doing next as there was no way he wasn’t making skin to skin contact now.
“When I take of my gloves Miss Hofferson, you will still see my hand’s gloved much like they are now…”
Why? Astrid’s mind screamed as her abuser made the same command as he had the last time they had been together… what was it about his hand’s? she thought in annoyance, wishing the coward would just show himself. But then the blonde thought, a face to these actions… having to see them around Berk, knowing…knowing what they had done to her could only be worse.
Chucking his gloves to the side, the masked man then once more began to grope Astrid’s backside, this time though, he could feel her soft skin, feel the tone in her cheek’s …
It was almost simultaneous that they both closed there eye’s tightly, but the reason’s differed, one was because of the pure lust and enjoyment he was having, the other, the other was from the utter humiliation.
Squeezing her left ass cheek, Mildew moaned lowly, his thought’s taking him to when he would eventually bring in ass play. The thought making his cock shudder, he was so tempted to spread her cheeks right now and have a taste…. To spread her ass and get a look at her tightest of holes. But he stopped himself, it was too soon for her, too soon for him as well because he knew it would be too much for his own self-control. Instead he let go of her ass and went back to his original plan and Astrid’s punishment.
“As you disobeyed me my little whore of a Viking...” Mildew whispered his mask muffling his voice. “Every time I spank your ass, you’re going to say …... ‘thank you… please can your whore have another…”
Astrid shook her head no, not believing what she was going to be submitted to, she had already been spanked like some naughty child but to be forced to say what he wanted? The worst thing was she didn’t have a clue how to stop it. She didn’t have to wait long either when suddenly she felt the rough hand of her abuser come down hard on her now bare backside causing the beautiful blonde to suck in a sharp breath….
SLAP….
Mildew marvelled at the feeling and the sight of her ass as his open palm came down on her right cheek, he swallowed in enjoyment at the view as her toned cheek wobbled slightly from the impact. He waited though for what would come next, wanting to savour words he longed to hear her eventually say when not being controlled.
The shield maiden pouted, attempting to keep her sweet lips closed as she ignored the slight sting from his now un-gloved slap that was spreading across the right cheek of her ass. But her attempts where futile as the magic of the Loki stone kicked in.
“Thank you…” Astrid choked out, still trying to fight…” Please can your whore have another…”
The words where music to Mildew’s ears and humiliation to Astrid’s as the masked man once more raised his left hand.
“As you were so polite…”
SLAP….
This time it was on her left cheek, and like the last time she sucked in a breath, aware in the difference of power behind the spanking compared to the previous slap’s she had received when her tights hadn’t been down her leg’s. And just like last time, she couldn’t stop herself from speaking his commanded word’s.
“Please…... can your whore have another…”
SLAP
“Please… can your whore have another?...”
It continued like this for a few minutes, as the fierce shield maiden was bent over Mildew’s knee and spanked like a naughty child. The slaps varied from cheek to cheek, sometimes higher, sometimes lower down near the top of her leg. The noise of the slaps, along with the blonde’s gasps and commanded words echoing through the cove. The Viking not able to move as she received her punishment and thanked her abuser, asking for more each time.
Astrid’s cheeks where flushed, her eye’s beginning to water as she was slapped continuously on her backside. The stinging was beginning the worsen as his hand continued to connect, her mind going to what people would think, what they would say if they could see her right now…. If they could hear her right now. But worst of all, with each hit, her young cunt began to moisten more and more between her leg’s.
Mildew was painfully hard as he punished his whore, not letting up, enjoying the beautiful skin on the cheeks of her ass getting redder and redder. He had held off a little though, been strategic with the placement but it was about to change as his free hand trailed up her back, over the material of her sleeveless blue tunic before he once more grabbed her dangling, long blonde braid yanking it back making her grunt at the movement.
“Enough you bastard…” Astrid said, swallowing as she did, her mouth surprisingly dry, shockingly her abuser didn’t reply to her… merely chuckled once more.
Mildew’s dull green eyes looked at the back of her head, her neck now craned up as he held her hair tightly. His next words having been planned the night before, the old pervert knowing full well she wouldn’t reply in the positive. She wasn’t broken enough after all…. yet…
“I tell you what….” Mildew began to speak, eyes still trained on the back of Astrid’s skull.. “I’ll stop , if you tell me I’m your true chief…”
Astrid grit her teeth, she would never say something like that, she was to pride full. Her chief was Stoic the vast, his heir was Hiccup. She was true Viking, she would never speak such words.
“Over my dead body…” the blonde growled In reply, but Mildew didn’t give her a second the brace herself as once more another slap came down hard… but this one, this one was aimed between her leg’s as her cunt was caught along with her cheeks causing Astrid to gasp louder then she had all morning. Her wet pussy even the more sensitive to the man’s hand as it come down hard. As per his command though she once more repeated her words...
“Please… can your whore have another?”
Mildew’s dull eyes lit up behind his mask, he had felt it, the great Astrid Hofferson was wet from his spanking’s. As much as she denied it, there was a whore deep down, when he had taken her over he hadn’t expected her to react the way she did to certain thing’s…. but Mildew was happy with the results so far.
“So why, if you’re not some slut…” Mildew said, his left hand now rubbing her red ass. Before he without warning slid his hand down between her legs as he inserted his long bony middle finger into her tight…. Wet pussy. “Is the great Astrid Hofferson wet from a spanking?…”
Astrid couldn’t stop herself from letting out a choked groan at the surprise intrusion as she felt her abuser fingers inside her once again. The problem was, even she didn’t understand herself, didn’t understand why she shivered slightly when she repeated she was whore…. And she sure as hel didn’t understand why she was subconsciously, in the back of her mind, just the tiniest bit… wanted another one of his hit’s …...what is wrong with me? Astrid thought as she closed her eyes in embarrassment. She tried to ignore it though, she was a Hofferson, she wouldn’t break for this bastard.
Mildew rolled his eyes back slightly as he felt the heat of her tight cunt around his finger… Thor was he more than ready to feel that around his old cock. But the pointed nose pervert kept his self-control, kept to his game plan as he pulled his finger from between her leg’s. He needed to break his obsession more before he could truly have her.
“This will stop if you tell me what I want to hear…”
No matter the fact her abuser held her braid back tightly, Astrid shook her head defiantly, no matter the strange sensations and thoughts she was occasionally having….. this man would never be her chief.
“Very well..” Mildew growled as he raised his left hand once again, bringing it down onto Astrid’s tight ass once again.
The routine continued, continued for a good while as Mildew spanked Astrid repeatedly. The blonde repeating her words and yet continuing to deny his wish, continued to stay strong and not betray her tribe. While she was staying strong in that department, the blonde had stayed almost silent, and yet she was a sobbing mess on the inside as the pain on her ass become more and more prominent.
Pain she could take, but only to a certain extent, she was a warrior being beaten like a child who had been naughty. But her mind was playing tricks, one minute she wanted him to stop, the next she was almost mentally willing him to give her another. She had never been so confused in her life, her thoughts making her feel sick….
Mildew growled inwardly as he delivered another slap, all the while looking up at the Berk sky, while it wasn’t sunrise yet, it was closing in and he hadn’t been able to get what he wanted… not completely anyway. His lips turned up into a smirk though, for two reasons, one as he looked down at her ass, the searing redness on her cheeks would be a constant reminder for a while of his presence…. And two, unlike there last session, there wasn’t any way he wasn’t going to end it on his own release.
Letting go off Astrid’s braid, her head dropping sharply as the girl stared at the forest floor, the old pervert then began the next part of their session.
“Seeing as though you didn’t give me what I wanted….” The masked man whispered. His hand rubbing the deeply red cheeks of his spanked little slut. “Then our time together will have to go on a little longer, well actually that will be your choice…”
Astrid was exhausted as she listened to the man’s word’s, she just wanted this to be done, just wanted to get home, to the edge later…. When she heard him speak once more, worry once more hit her to what he had planned.
“Get up off me Astrid and kneel over there looking at me like the good little whore you are…”
She felt it, the power he held over her kicking in as she unsteadily climbed off his bony knees, her tights still down just above her boots as she almost stumbled to area he had pointed at. She gritted her teeth when she felt the stinging coming from her ass as she did, until she sunk to her knees and onto the grass, staring at the masked man on the log. Her eyes not making complete contact with him though, too embarrassed, especially as her cunt was once again on show, this time fully to the man who had used her.
Getting to his feet, cock raging in his dirty brown pants, the old bearded Viking stalked towards his kneeling prey.
“Tell me Astrid…” Mildew began, his voice still muffled from his mask. “Who on Berk do you hate the most??”
The shield maiden looked at the man in front of her, a glare forming on her features, still some resolve in her tank.
“You...”
Mildew chuckled, so she had worked out he was from Berk then, it was better she didn’t think that but oh well, it wasn’t a huge issue. He had to admired her continued feisty attitude, even if he had lost count how many times he had just spanked her. Looking down, he bit his lips, still marvelling at the sight of her cunt. Looking back up, his dull green eyes stared at the defiant blue of Astrid’s.
“I’m not from Berk…….” Mildew said lying through his teeth. “So tell me Astrid, who apart from me do you hate most on this island…”
Astrid wanted to say him again, tell him she hated him more than anything but his words, and his power forced her to say someone else. In fairness, it was a toss-up between Snotlout and Mildew, but deep-down Astrid didn’t hate Snotlout…just found him annoying.
“Mildew...”
He had to laugh inwardly, people of Berk, even Astrid could be so dam predictable. What was funny, was no matter the answer to his next question, one way of another Mildew was coming out on top.
“Then I’m going to give you a choice, well two to be exact…”
Standing in front of her now, Mildew cocked his masked face to the side slightly, pausing for effect as he got ready for the next part.
“Option one, is this punishment continues, but instead of a spanking I force you to head into the village, head to Mildew’s place… and when your there, you’ll get to your knees like you are now and suck that old bastard dry...”
Astrid felt sick at the thought as she looked at the masked man in alarm, she couldn’t do that, never would she live it down and she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to live with the knowledge she had even if no one found out.
“Or option two, instead you’ll be tasked with making me relax…. Call this your reward option for taking your spanking so well, as instead of Mildew, you’ll be pleasuring me with that mouth. But know this Astrid, if you choose this option, your swallowing every drop…”
She couldn’t speak, her mouth running dry at what this bastard had just told her…. Both reward and punishment sounding practically the same. She could still taste his dirty cock from the last time, something that no matter what never seemed to leave her taste buds. But she couldn’t do option one, it was out of the question…. But she couldn’t do two either, not again, the guilt alone of cheating on her love was too much and the thought of having to swallow? But as she dawdled and kneeled without speaking, it seemed the man in the mask was content on choosing for her.
“Seeing as though you can’t decide, option one it is…. It looks like you just want to be punished.” Mildew said, his tone annoyed at his un-responding whore. “Astrid, your too go into the village and find …”
NO NO NO NO her mind screamed as she heard him begin forcing her into making a decision.
“No option two I choose reward, please…”
Mildew smirked, silly girl both options are the same. This time though, this time she would be shown what to expect when she gave him head. The old pervert’s cock jolting at the thought of once more being inside the mouth of this kneeling goddess. Reaching down to his rope belt, Mildew walked the last few feet so he was standing directly in front of his blonde obsession all the while untying the knot. When it was unfastened, he wasted no time in pulling down his dirty brown tights until his raging, thick cock and balls flopped out, standing hard to attention in front of one of Berk’s most fearless warrior’s.
Astrid flinched slightly as her abuser’s seven-and-a-half-inch cock appeared, horrid memories of their last time in this position hit her hard. She could instantly smell the familiar scent as her large blue eyes looked on at the cock that was as thick as the handle of her axe. Its angry looking bulbous head, veins throbbing and large wrinkled sack made her feel intimidated. The smell of his unwashed cock made her feel sick.
“Give me your best Astrid, do what you did last time…… start with your hand” Mildew commanded, his voice muffled but the lust clear as he looked down at the kneeling blonde, anticipation building at thought of her touching his throbbing cock once more. He would let her lead for a while, let her mouth and throat adjust slightly until he felt it time to give her, her proper lesson of the day.
She tried to stop it but couldn’t as she felt her hand reach up, much like last time, her fingers wrapping around the shaft of his large, sweat covered cock. Astrid cringed when she felt if flinch in her hand, and cringed even more when she felt the sweat on her finger tip’s. Her mind remembering last time, with his command in place as well, she couldn’t stop her arm from moving as her hand began jerking off the thick cock she was currently gripping.
Mildew closed his eye’s savouring the feeling of his obsession’s hand moving back and forth on his throbbing cock. Honestly even just a hand job from the blue-eyed shield maiden felt amazing, when he looked down though he saw her face gazing away in disgust…. he couldn’t have that, she needed to learn to love it.
“Don’t look away from my cock the whole time you’re doing this Astrid, this cock’s your best friend now….”
The blonde tried not to look back but did as her gaze went back to the cock in her hand as she watched herself pull it back and forth. Unfortunately for Astrid, it only made her take it all in better detail, from the way the foreskin pulled back over the large mushroom head slightly, or the fact on said head there was dried on cum, the masked man clearly avoiding wash day.
“Just remember Astrid, the better you perform, the quicker it’s over…”
She clenched her eyes shut briefly at his words, his command to not look away from his cock forced her blue eyes back open as she took in his statement. Unfortunately, it was true and Astrid, knowing there wasn’t escape until he was finished, had to will herself to move her hand faster.
“Yes…” Mildew growled as Astrid’s hand start pumping faster, her grip from hours of axe training proving valuable as she gave her abuser a hand-job. She was still inexperienced, but her technique already seemed better than the first time she had taken his cock in her hand.
“Massage my balls as you do that…”
Her eye’s still firmly on the throbbing cock she was pumping, the blonde’s free hand moved up, taking that large sack into her palm as her fingers began to gently grope him. She was horrified no doubt at what she was doing, but the shield maiden was surprised at the heaviness as she played with him.
He let her continue for a few minutes, savouring the touch until he wanted, no needed more.
“God’s Miss Hofferson…” Mildew muttered under his breath basking in the sex act that was currently being performed as her hands moved back and forth. “Keep pumping it with your hand, but lean forward, lick and suck on my sack..”
“Please no…” Astrid cried but to no avail as his magic took over again and she felt herself leaning in, her right hand lifting his cock up slightly but still pumping as her left hand held his balls in place. The smell got worse as her nose got closer, before she found her mouth opening as her tongue came out, the blonde taking an unwilling lick of the sweaty old balls of her abuser. She couldn’t stop herself as she began licking them all over before her mouth almost latched onto to one, covering it in her saliva. She ignored the horrid taste the best she could, but couldn’t block out the heavy breathing and grunts of approval from the man above her. They were wrinkled, hairy and incredibly big making it almost in possible to try and block out what she was being made to do.
Fuck Mildew growled inwardly, his eyes shutting tight as he enjoyed the tongue of Astrid’s lapping away at his sack. This girl was out of this world no doubt about it, and she was his…. he felt almost in a rush though, he would rather have savoured this for as long as possible but he was more than aware time was getting on.
“Lick from my ball’s, all the way up my cock and then get on with sucking it like you did the last time slut..”
She couldn’t stop herself once more from following his demands as she spread her tongue wide, before dragging it from the middle of his balls and up the shaft of his long, thick, sweaty cock. Once she reached the top, she stopped herself from gagging as the large purple head was on her tongue, the dried on cum salty to her taste buds. Almost in one swift motion she found her lips then slipping over the tip of his monstrous member, as Astrid Hofferson unknowingly took the cock of Mildew into her warm mouth for the second time in her eighteen years’.
Letting out a sharp breath, Mildew savoured her perfect mouth over his sensitive cock as the beautiful teen slowly began taking him in as her right hand still held his thick member.
Her mouth stretched as she tried accommodating the girth of her abuser’s cock, unlike last time, she didn’t go slowly as his command set in to the suck it like she had the time before. Bobbing down the best she could, the old perverts cock went further into her mouth, causing her to gag much like the last time at just over the four-inch mark.
Much like last time, Astrid began bobbing her head up and down, sucking on it much like Ruffnut had taught her. Coating it in her saliva as she unwillingly pleasured him.
Mildew could only stand there, his wrinkled hand slipping into her golden locks as she went back and forth on his shaft. Her warm, wet mouth sending pleasure through his entire being as his obsession once more gave him an amazing blowjob. Inexperienced or not, the fact this goddess was taking him into her mouth was truly out of this world, something of Midgard itself.
Back and forth she went, Astrid doing everything to try and block out her actions but it was a losing battled as she continued to pleasure him. Continued to be used… her mouth sucking harder and harder as the taste of unknown to her, Mildews cock stained her mouth. All the while her hand jerked his cock in rhythm.
It went on like this for a few minutes, the cold morning air of Berk blowing gently as in the middle of the forested cove, the mighty shield maiden sucked off the hated Viking. Her mouth engulfing his cock the best her unexperienced mouth could, with the masked man moaning and grunting in approval at her action’s. With her tights around her knee’s, her ass red and marked the blonde looked a more than willing participant to any watching eye.
The blonde’s jaw ached, and her knee’s also as she pleasured her abuser once more. But as she was doing it, as the grunts that had haunted her dreams previously once again filled her ear’s she seemed to have a different reaction. She hated them yes, but the slightest, darkest side to her thought something different, to her alarm she could already feel her rock-hard nipples almost chaffing against her binding’s. And her cunt, her cunt that had horribly gotten wet through the spanking, was pulsating between her leg’s as if she was some wanton whore.
Sub consciously, without even realising she was doing it, her free hand that was currently rested on her thigh slowly trailed inwards, down between her leg’s. Not stopping the wet blow-job she was giving, the blondes spare hand found her slit, her finger’s slipping between her plump wanting lips.
For a moment, she felt pleasure and relief at her sensitive pussy being touched, but almost instantly, like someone had thrown cold water over her she realised suddenly what she was doing. Pulling her hand away, she was thankful to Odin himself it seemed the man she was fucking with her mouth hadn’t notice. Just what the hell is wrong with me? It was word’s that seemed to be rattling through her mind far too often, she felt so guilty at her thought’s and yet so helpless to stop them.
Knowing it was time to take it up a notch, Mildew pulled away, his cock slipping from between her mouth making a pop sound. He looked down, his dead green eye’s taking in the kneeling blonde who was looking up at him, glaring, breathing heavy, big blue eyes, her lips swollen and red.
She was something else, she was his, she was his whore and that wouldn’t be changed. But if she was going to be his whore, she was going to have to learn how he liked to get his dick sucked.
“Now Astrid I think it’s time to learn how a whore as special as you, need’s to take my cock. “
“I’m not your whore!” Astrid growled lowly, once more repeating herself. Yet the blonde couldn’t stop doubt trickling in, not with how her body had been reacting to his horrid act’s.
“So you keep saying, and yet here you are, on your knee’s again..” Mildew’s muffled voice mocked as he reached forward, his hand grabbing the back of her head, his finger’s clutching onto the top of her braid.
“Now Astrid, open your mouth wide..”
The black coated Mildew smirked underneath his mask as the kneeling shield maiden opened her mouth at his command. He could still see the struggle in her eyes, like she was fighting the Loki stone with all her might but it wasn’t enough. Shuffling forward slightly, with his free hand, he lined his cock up at her open, waiting mouth, the helmet of his cock millimetres in.
Astrid didn’t know what his game was, dread filling her heart at what she was about to be subjected to next. She wanted to cuss him out, but her mouth stayed open wide, stayed open waiting.
“Now my little slut, you’re going to breathe through your nose and relax your throat the best you can...”
The Berkian heard his command, confused as she felt her nose take over her breathing… it didn’t take long for her to find out what his plan was when he slowly began to feed his cock into her mouth. The sweaty taste returning as his large cock filled her unwilling hole, once it was a few inches in, she felt both of his hand’s grab for her long golden braid. She felt him raise it slightly, using it as some grip. As he held it, the blonde felt him begin to put pressure on her head as more and more of his cock slid into her mouth.
Pushing on her head, Mildew closed his eyes in pure bliss as he slowly forced his cock into the blonde’s mouth. Once he reached around four inches, he felt her begin to gag slightly around his cock, but she was taking more if it was the last thing he did.
When she felt It hit the back of her throat her gag reflex kicked in quick but the bastard didn’t seem to stop, he merely pushed on, forcing her to take more in. Her hands reached up to him, gripping his black coat to keep herself steady.
“Just concentrate on your breathing…” Mildew whispered, his voice slightly chocked as he kept pushing his cock in. Another inch slipped in, the teen gurgling and gagging as it did but he didn’t stop as just over five inches was forced into her un-wanting mouth. FUCK he growled mentally as her mouth once more coated his meat with her saliva.
When it seemed just no more would fit, when at least six inches of his meat was buried inside the blonde Mildew slowly, with control pulled his cock back. But instead of removing it, he slowly began moving his hip’s, holding her head in place as he began to fuck her mouth at a leisurely pace, making sure the end of his cock hit the back of her throat each time he pushed it back in.
Astrid’s inexperienced mouth choked and gagged as her abuser began pumping into her mouth, the saliva that was built up causing her to dribble as she was used for his own pleasure. Gurgling noises resonated from the stunning blonde as she struggled to take the beating her throat was receiving.
But he didn’t let up, instead Mildew gripped her braid harder, kept his hold on her, kept her face in place as he began to pick up the pace. His hips moving quickly, he began throat fucking the blonde for all she was worth. Slipping his dirty old cock between her beautiful lips over and over in quick succession. Mildew grunted and growled loudly as he savoured the blondes warm, perfect mouth as he used it like he would if it was her tight cunt.
The shield maiden could barely breath, thankful his command had forced her nose to take over her breathing. She felt almost delirious as the dirty rancid cock became far too familiar with her mouth. She could taste a salted essence, the pre-cum of her abuser reaching her taste buds.
But then it happened, she felt him push his throbbing, large member into her throat even harder. This time though there was no pull back, and against her will he forced even more of his meat inside her until she was nearly nose deep in his pubes. His large sack not far from resting on her chin.
The eighteen-year-old couldn’t breathe, her body to shocked to breath from her nose as almost all seven and a half inches of Mildew’s fat cock was forced down her throat. Her mouth stretched to the limit from the girth, and the length more than her throat could handle as the blonde choked and gagged harder than before. But he didn’t let up, instead he held her in place, her big blue eyes beginning to water at the intrusion, her chin coating in her saliva and this bastard’s pre-cum.
Like an almost survival instinct, her mind seemed to zone nearly everything out, all but a few senses as she tried to gasp needed breaths through her nose. Her hearing seemed to pick up only one thing, the man above her moans of pleasure, her taste… the dirtiness of his cock and her touch was that of his rough, black cloak she grasped onto. For a moment, the guilt was gone as her mind landed on other things, for a moment the axe wielding Viking could only concentrate on the humiliation of the situation. It awoke to her horror that feeling again, her body aching, her tight, virgin sex ached with need. And for a moment she didn’t resist, almost revelling in it as she was forced, in the middle of the cove, the place of once happy memories to deep throat the cock of her unknown rapist.
Eventually though it became too much as he held her in place for too long, the blonde almost tapping out as she hit the man above’s thigh lightly, pleading for air.
Sweet Freyja this feel’s good... Mildew thought as he groaned loudly through his mask, holding the kneeling blondes head in place, his cock deep in her mouth. He could feel his old ball’s tightening making him aware his climax was approaching. Hand’s gripping her braid’s he savoured the feeling and the noise’s the blonde was producing as she struggles to breath around his large shaft.
It took a while, but he felt her tapping his thigh, clearly it was too much for her. He debated holding her in place for longer, this was a day of punishment after all. But instead he gave in, pulling her head back, his cock slipping from her mouth. Looking down, he watched through his iron mask as she gasped and struggled to get her breath back, her big blue eye’s watery, her lips swollen and her cheeks red.
“You fucking asshole!!...” Astrid choked out as she tried to regain her breath, the Viking in shoulder pads glaring up at the iron masked man, her eyes watery and a mess as she did. But as per usual, all It got was a chuckle in reply…. No matter the weird feelings she was getting, she didn’t like an enemy she couldn’t intimidate.
Mildews old hands still held her soft locks as he looked down at her, his cock swaying slightly as he stood unmoving.
“Admit to me I’m your true chief and I’ll let you finish me off at your own rate hmm?”
She knew he was mocking her, she knew he knew she wouldn’t betray her tribe…... I never would… she whispered inwardly. When the shield maiden stayed quiet, continuing to try and regain her breath… it pretty much answered her abuser’s question.
“Fair enough…. Open wide for me Astrid” Mildew said, his muffled voice sounded relatively calm. It didn’t take him long to pull Astrid forward once more, aiming his throbbing cock at her plump lips. Opening against her will once more, he took his chance again to push his member deep into her throat again.
Gripping her hair tightly, he began thrusting his hips once more, using the blondes mouth as if It was a cunt. Thrusting into her mouth, he growled as the kneeling blondes mouth sent intense pleasure through his old body. He knew he wasn’t far away from finishing, so he fucked her throat for all it was worth.
“You fucking whore!!!” Mildew chanted, his voice still muffled.
She couldn’t breathe again, could only kneel, could only be used by a man that she didn’t love or even know. When she heard his words, it felt so true to the blonde, if anyone saw her right now, it’s what they would think. His moans began to become erratic, the noise etching in her mind, that dirty side of her almost enjoying it again in some sick and twisted way, almost willing him to fuck her throat harder… she felt she almost deserved it after what had transpired down here. And then he suddenly pulled away, his dead green eye’s staring down at her as he grabbed his saliva covered cock in hand and began jerking it fast.
He had felt it come around quickly, her mouth too much as his balls began to tighten, the old pervert needed to cum. Pulling away, he grabbed his cock, looking down at the goddess of a Viking , aiming it at her face.
“O-open your mouth Astrid and stick out your tongue…” Mildew growled as he felt his climax rushing forward. Before the blonde could retort, her mouth opened once more, her tongue coming out as she did. She looked so hot, like such a temptress as she knelt opened mouth unable to pull away.
“Look at my cock girl…” Mildew growled, happy when her watery blue eye’s stared on command at his cock as his hand moved rapidly over his throbbing manhood. “When I cum whore, you’re going to swallow every drop I give you. It’s your reward for being such a good little whore harlot...”
Astrid could only stare as he pumped his old cock in front of her face, almost like she was in a trance she watched him masturbating. The smell was still prominent, her nose still picking up the scent of his unwashed cock. The shield maiden taking his word’s in, finding them hard to deny as she felt so ashamed about her thought’s as their time in the cove had gone on. Then she heard her abuser grunt loudly, his hand shaking around his cock as he cried out, and much like last time his essence squirted from his cock and into her open mouth.
“ Thor!!” Mildew cried out, his body racked with pleasure as he came, his climax shooting into the back of the beautiful teen’s mouth. It seemed the amount was almost never ending as he filled her waiting mouth, his juices mostly hitting her throat, some missing slightly and hitting her lips and chin. She looked stunning with his thick seed inside her mouth, and when the next command kicked in, when she began to swallow, even when she choked on his taste…. Mildew had never found something so hot in his life.
As little did the shield maiden, one of the strongest warriors of Berk know, that she, Astrid Hofferson had just swallowed a load from the most hated man on the island…….
A/N sorry if it wasnt the best, still reveiw and as always leave ideas you like...
Merlin
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