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What's wrong with me?	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 77008 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A.N Hello everyone Merlin here, sorry for the late chapters, life ya know? anyway if theres anyone interested heres another chapter of this. I have no Beta and im rusty as hell so i hope its readable, i may go back nd edit through again as no doubt theres mistakes. Ill leave another note at the bottom many thanks. If it seems a little rushed at the end, im sorry this was a monster chapter and i wont lie i rushed it slightly to the finish line. I hope your stilll all interested.
Merlin
What’s wrong with me?
Chapter seven
A dream to forget
The cove…
She watched as the large cock of her abuser was pumped in front of her face, her mouth open, her tongue out waiting because of his command. Her tights still around her knee’s, pussy on show, ass cheeks reddened and sore.
His words about her being a whore, rang so true, she had embarrassed herself today, and there was no getting around that. Her horrid thoughts of him spanking her harder, or enjoying the way he forced his cock into her mouth. She hated herself….
Astrid could hear his heavy breathing through the mask, and then it happened as he cried out. His essence exploding from the tip of his angry, bulbous head and into her waiting mouth.
“Thor!!”
It hit her throat, the warm sticky seed hitting it in droves as he continued to jack his cock in front of her face. Milking more from it, some of it hitting her lips, some her chin but most of it hitting her mouth perfectly. When he had finished, when he had stop groaning above her, the sticky fluid sat in her mouth for a moment. But then the command kicked in, as she felt herself swallow, felt the salty, horrid taste begin to go down her throat. It felt so thick, but she forced it down, just like he had said, every last drop.
The shield maiden couldn’t help it has she choked slightly, the taste not pleasant in the slightest. But for some reason, for some reason as she swallowed her users seed, she felt a warmth between her leg’s. The blonde pushing her thighs together slightly, as the dirtiest, darkest part of Astrid somehow slightly enjoyed the action.
She did her best to recover, to ignore that feeling in the back of her mind that had plagued her through this hole ordeal. Looking up at her abuser, she put on a glare, while it only made him chuckle, she hoped he didn’t see right through it. It didn’t help she looked a state, swollen, sticky lips, a drenched chin, watery eyes and reddened cheeks.
“Gods you know how to suck a cock...” The muffled voice from the man in the mask echoed out into the cold breeze.
“B-bastard...” Astrid replied, choking slightly once again as she tried to clear her throat. She watched as the man reached down, his hands witch still appeared gloved to her grabbing her chin tightly.
“Now that’s not very nice is it, maybe I should put you over my knee again like an ungrateful child…” The man spoke, his voice amazingly smug, even if it was muffled under the iron mask.
“Oh wait, I’ve already done that, and it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it either….”
The beautiful blonde grits her teeth, while true, she had gotten some sort of enjoyment out of it, she sure as hell wouldn’t tell him that. Once he let go , her blue eyes watched as he pulled his dirty trousers up his skinny legs, covering his softening cock, the blondes saliva still present all over it.
“Now after we had so much fun, I think well do the same time tomorrow Miss Hofferson..”
Her heart beat with worry, he wanted her back again, of course it shouldn’t of surprised her but it didn’t stop the dread building. Then she remembered, Hiccup was expecting the gang to travel back to the edge for a while…. Could it be an out? Speaking up quickly, Astrid got a few words out.
“The Edge...”
“What about it?” The masked man replied, she could sense the agitation in his voice.
“I have to head back today...”
She could have sworn she heard a growl, sworn she heard the mumble of that little cunt Hiccup under the man’s breath. But the kneeling blonde was in luck, the man in the mask getting what she meant.
“Go to the Edge then, but Astrid, you will not try and run away and you will return with the others...”
She could tell he was annoyed as he turned on his feet, muttered under his breath, his words mumbled as the disguised man stalked off, clearly annoyed. Astrid hoped more than anything, she would never see him again, but she wasn’t that naïve. What she didn’t realise was he sure as hell wasn’t going to just sit and wait around while she was gone, her unknown to her rapist Mildew, already thinking of ways to improve their Situation.
Once he was gone and out of sight, Astrid dropped onto all fours, shaking her head in disbelief at what had happened today. Breathing in deeply, she did her best to centre herself, and zone out slightly.
She felt like crying, but she didn’t, her strong warrior self-telling her she had done that far too much recently. For some reason, the shield maiden deep down knew she should have been crying more, even with her pride. Shaking it off the best she could, she noticed the sun was almost in the sky. She had to get back, get back to her room and once more try and forget.
Wiping her mouth, the mans cum being rubbed off by her hand wraps she cleaned herself the best she could. When she thought everything was clear, she got to her feet, her legs unsteady, tired. Leaning down she grabbed her tights, pulling them up, hissing slightly as the material slid over her sore, well spanked backside. Cringing when she felt said material become covered in the wetness of her slick, pulsating pussy as she covered up her crotch area.
Slowly she began walking back, stumbling slightly as she travelled back through the cove and up towards Berk. Every step she tried to ignore the burning between her legs, trying to block out the mornings events.
Three days later, Berk…
He missed her, missed seeing her around the village, knowing she was close, knowing she wasn’t risking her life with that stupid dragon Rider club Hiccup had started… or whatever it was, he cared little what that boy did or said. But it meant his slave was taken away, taken from him when she should have been here, being broken, being moulded the way the old pervert wanted.
Mildew smirked though, as he walked towards the Hofferson household, his plan of action something that would guarantee them more uninterrupted time. It would also test the powers of the Loki stone some more.
He had made sure Astrid’s mother was out, up at the mead hall with the other women. While he would visit her next, it was her father he wanted to speak with first. A man who despised him, a mountain of a man, over six foot, bulky and strong, lars Hofferson was the ideal powerhouse Viking. Odin only knew what he would do to him if he found out about his dealings with his daughter.
Once he was at the door, Mildew looked around, making sure people were going about their business before knocking at the wooden door.
It didn’t take long for the door to open, the hulking form of Astrid’s father appearing.
“What do you want Mildew...” The man said, clearly annoyed at his mere presence. The old pervert didn’t let it get to him though. As he raised the loki stone to his chest, hiding it from passers-by, yet viewable to the large man.
“Oh nothing Lars, why don’t you just look at this...”
His eyes looked down slightly in confusion, seeing the old man holding the green stone. Sending him into a trance. Once Mildew was sure he was under, he spoke...
“Let me in lars, you’re going to listen to everything I have to say, and you’re going to agree with a smile…”
When the man was released from the trance, he steps aside, allowing the skinny, old, bearded Viking to walk straight in.
The edge…
It had been three days since that bastard had fucked her mouth and spanked her, three days since she had swallowed his load and Astrid was sure she could still taste it faintly, still smell his unwashed cock every now and then.
Her ass had been incredibly sore, not so much now, but she could still feel a slight numbness when she sat for too long… and riding Stormfly was anything but comfortable.
Being at the Edge had been good in its own way, she felt freer knowing the man in the mask wasn’t around the corner. While she slept a little, he admittedly haunted her dreams… but the biggest problem was Hiccup, sure they spent some time alone between chasing Dagurs men. But the guilt was eating at her every time she saw his face. She had thought things while with another man that she shouldn’t of, thought things that disturbed her to no end and reacted from thing’s any normal girl wouldn’t have.
While she put on her normal strong fearless Astrid act, in private she replayed everything repeatedly. The words whore kept resonating in her mind, the man’s words seemingly nestling into the back of her head. It was when she thought about these past digressions, when she thought about her time in the cove, in the forest with this man…. She couldn’t stop the slight moisture that seemed to grow between her legs.
She had to do something, something to ease her guilt, something to prove it wasn’t being treated and used like some harlot that made her body react. Like a lighting of a candle in her mind, she come up with an idea…. She just needed Hiccup alone for the evening.
Later that evening…
“Not that I’m complaining Astrid, but you did seem very eager to get me all alone...” Hiccup said, giving Astrid a small smile, his green eyes shining as they sat alone on the cliffside of the edge, the other riders fast asleep.
“Well with everything going on, wanting some alone time with my boyfriend is normal, right?” Astrid replied, leaning her head on his shoulder, her heart beating faster as she thought about going through with her idea. Deciding not to pussy out, she made the first move, pulling her head away slightly, she looked through her large blue eyes at the night fury rider, before leaning in and slowly capturing his lips.
The boy replied in kind as Astrid moved her mouth against his, slowly it heated up, tongues meeting in unison. This was more like it, the blonde thought as her heart beat faster at his soft lips. Hiccups being much more pleasant, and god could this boy kiss, the man she loved could always send her heart a flutter.
Slowly, setting her plan in action, she reached out, her left hand slowly grabbing for the buckle on his green trousers. Doing her best, she undid did it, before tugging at the strap, the movement causing Hiccup to halt there kissing.
“What are you doing Astrid?” The heir of Berk asked, confused, yet intrigued by his beautiful girlfriends’ actions.
“Just let me…” The statement was more of a demand then anything, and Hiccup, not sure where this was heading with this allowed her hands to continue his trousers. The blonde swooping back with his mouth, the young couple once more kissing each other.
There was a small nagging feeling in the back of her mind as the kiss continued, it felt right, a lot better then the man in the mask…. Hugely better in fact, but for some reason, her body was barely engaging.
Her hand tugged at his trousers slightly, pulling them down his waist enough to release his cock. She didn’t look down, instead kept their mouths moving as her hand then reached once more for his crotch, finding his already hardened cock instantly, taking it into her grasp.
A slight pang of disappointment hit out of nowhere, and it alarmed her instantly making her feel dirty, pissed off at herself. Because it wasn’t anywhere near as thick and when she began stroking it, the length wasn’t that far off… but it was still smaller in every way. She felt him breath deep, there mouths still kissing as she jerked him off.
Doing this for Hiccup, meant so much to the blonde as her hand moved up and down, and she loved every second of being close to him like this. But why did she feel that initial reaction, why?
Pulling her mouth from his, she looked down as she pumped away at his throbbing member hard. Doing her best, she tried to zone out, tried not to let her strange thought’s plague her mind. And as she eventually brought him to completion, she couldn’t stop the thought that she should have been into it more then she was…
Few day’s later… Berk… evening…
Astrid closed her eyes; relatively certain she was safe for the night. After all, the man in the mask hadn’t commanded her to meet him at the cove, or anything like that. His only command was to come back to Berk from the edge, not try and run away.
Her mind was a mess though, she didn’t know what was happening to her. Why she was feeling these things and thinking these thoughts. She had pushed most of it to the back of her mind, but when she had given Hiccup that hand job. When she had been disappointed it wasn’t as big as her abuser and disappointed, for some reason disappointed his groans of approval weren’t Lower and raspier. It had brought home her feelings.... just what was wrong with me?
Needing sleep to clear her mind, the beautiful blonde closed her eyes and hoped for a restful sleep. Little did she know, it wasn’t going to be as simple as that.
Hour later, outside.
Mildew smirked, his body rapt with anticipation as he walked alongside Lar’s Hofferson. The mammoth of a man happily walking alongside Mildew on his way back to his home, the effects of the Loki stone in full flow.
“So, your fine with me staying the night, you and your Woman?” Mildew asked, the old man using his stick to move faster as he walked. When Lars turned to him, smiling, Mildew had to Laugh inwardly. The man had never smiled at him in his life ... aww for the power of the Loki stone.
“Of course it’s fine, but you’ll have to share a bed with our daughter though as we don’t have much room.”
“Oh, I’m sure well manage.” Mildew replied smugly, licking his withered lips. “Remember this is our secret though...”
“Of course.” Lars nodded as they approached the Hofferson household, the Loki stone making it impossible for him to tell anyone. But in his mind, Mildew was a close friend who would never do anything bad, well that’s what he was commanded to think.
Opening the lock, Lar’s let them in, both moving quietly as to not wake anyone. The Hofferson household was relatively large, a dinner table and a large open fire with one room in the far hand corner belonging to the Hofferson elder’s. While the upstairs was a washroom, and a large room belonging to their only child astrid.
“I don’t want to wake Astrid when I slip into bed with her, do you think you get check she’s asleep before I do?”
He smirked when lar’s nodded and walked towards the small staircase that led up to the blonde’s room. He waited a few minutes before the large man walked back down, nodding to him that she was sound asleep.
“Well Lar’s my good man...” Mildew began, walking past Astrid’s father. “I’ll go join your daughter and catch some sleep...”
“Of course Mildew, have a good night...”
Walking up the stair’s as silently as he could, Mildew kept his stick from hitting the wood beneath him. Getting to the top, the old man pushed the door open gently, peaking his old face through. Taking in the large room, he looked around, Axe’s and armour adorned the wall, drawings from what he could assume come from that runt Hiccup joined them. There was a large table side, and a trunk for her clothes. When he looked to the side though, he saw his target, the girl lying, covered in her bear skin rug a top of her bed, snoring gently.
He snuck in slowly, as silent as he could, making his way to the edge of her wooden bed. She looked beautiful as he eyed her, her hair down and unbraided except the one at the side.
Leaning his face down close to her, his wrinkled hands leaning on the side of her bed, he spoke.
“Astrid… you’re to stay asleep until I tell you to wake up… tell me you understand...”
He heard her muffled, sleep addled reply as she stayed in her slumber not awaking.
“Yes…. Yes, I understand...”
After she had gone back to her light breathing, Mildew smirked once more, before leaning his stick against the wall. After that, he removed his helmet, and armour but he began to take off his clothes.
First off came his sleeveless dirty brown tunic, revealing his incredibly skinny, wrinkled old torso. With his withered scared covered, skin, what muscle he did still have was incredibly veiny. Patchy grey hair covered his chest, his skin scattered with the odd mole. He then kicked off his muddy boots before removing his dirty trousers’, his large sagging cock flopping out as he did. His legs pale and skinny, his bare feet giving off a rancid smell, long toe nails and blackened soles making his look even worse.
Mildew cared little about his appearance or hygiene, especially in his old age, most people hated him as well, so it bothered him little.
Once he was completely nude, he looked once more down at his unknowing slave his mouth turning up horridly once more as he grabbed for her bear skin cover, holding it up before sliding his horrid old body in beside the eighteen-year-old Viking.
Dressed in a white sleep gown that clung so nicely to her body, Mildew turned on his side, breathing deeply as he watched the sleeping beauty.
“Turn your body into mine Astrid, back against me...”
The blondes sleeping form began to move, turning onto her side facing away from the naked old man before shuffling back.
Once she was close enough, Mildew wrapped his arms around the girls waist. Pulling her into him as he spooned the girl, gritting his teeth as her fantastic ass grinded onto his old withered cock. Her blonde hair against his chin and nose.
He could smell her, Vanilla and lavender, along with something he could only describe as Astrid. So, intoxicating, so addictive and so his ....
Placing his snake like lips against her ear, his horrid breath tickling her skin, the old man began to speak.
“I’m going to tell you a story Astrid, and as I do, your going to feel what I say, dream what I say... do what I say do you understand ? .”
He grinned darkly once more when he heard her voice agree. Making sure she was as close against him as possible... he began to speak.
Astrid’s mind....
It was a surprisingly sunny warm day on Berk. Dragons where high in the sky as people worked hard on various jobs. Everyone seemed happy, almost as if there wasn’t a care in the world. Except that wasn’t the case in one home, the largest one in Berk, the one belonging to the Chief Hiccup Haddock and his wife Astrid. No arguments of the personal nature where happening in that house.
“Your always to tired Hiccup... do you not fancy me anymore ?” Astrid shouted, put out her husband had once again feigned tiredness when she had wanted to be close. They where only eighteen after all, and yes Stoick had retired early making Hiccup the Chief but he hadn't given up his role completely. Making sure Hiccup had help.
“Of course, I do Astrid...”
“Then why won’t you make love to me...” Astrid shot back to her husband low nasaled reply .
Mildew/Astrid....
“It was then Hiccup revealed why Astrid.” Mildew whispered sweetly into the sleeping blondes ear. His voice almost mocking.
Astrid’s mind...
“Because what you want isn’t making love, the way you want me to treat you, like your just some whore and not my wife I just can’t do that Astrid...”
Astrid/Mildew...
“His reply made you mad Astrid, he was your husband after all... he was meant to scratch that need you had... So, you stormed out, upset...” Mildew continued to speak into the sleeping blondes ear. He could feel her body tense beneath him slightly, as the fake anger in the fake dream had its effect on the blonde.
“So when you was outside, you jumped on your Dragon and took off...”
Astrid’s mind ....
Soaring through the sky, dressed in her usual blue tunic and spiked skirt. The cheifteness of Berk tried to take her mind of her anger at Hiccup. After all she had done nothing wrong.
Stormfly flapped her wings, Astrid barely paying attention to the direction she was heading when she gave her Dragon an order.
“Take us down Stormfly ..”
It only occurred to Astrid at the last minute, that her Dragon had landed on Mildews farm. For some reason she didn’t care, merely dismounted, her boots landing on the grass beneath. Deciding she needed time completely alone, the blonde sent Stormfly away. Growling to herself she then sat down, anger disappearing slightly only to be replaced by a slight sadness. She didn’t know why she liked being treated in a certain way, but she did and Hiccup should of helped her out. Sitting there for a while, Astrid didn’t notice until it was to late that Mildew, the most despised man on Berk was standing above her.
“What are you doing on my farm ... ‘my chieftess’.”
The sarcasm was evident to the blonde as she looked up at the sneering ugly old man, her face like thunder. She wasn’t in the mood for him. But she was surprised when instead of sneering once more he spoke words that sounded weird coming from him.
“What's wrong?”
Not sure what his game was, the man a pain in the ass usually, Astrid replied unsure on what else to say.
“Nothing go away Mildew.”
But he didn’t, instead, much to her surprise the old man sat down beside her. The blonde giving him a look of confusion cross between anger.
“Marriage problems? Being the chief’s wife not living up to expectations ... or is little old Hiccup not satisfying you in the bedroom? “
The old man’s words shocked her, he had hit the nail on the head. Far to easily for her liking. Something felt off to the blonde, but for some reason she couldn’t get up and move from beside him.
“Get lost!” Astrid growled, not wanting the old bastard near her, but like he was in her mind, he spoke once more, once again hitting close to home.
“ Oh I know what’s wrong, I can tell, always could, your that type after all…” Mildew said, watching Astrid’s blue eyes stare at him intently. “Girl’s like you need something different, when their all tough on the outside, on the inside, in the bedroom, they needed to be owned, need to be treated and used like their nothing…”
Something still felt off to the blonde, it was made worse though when the old man’s wrinkled hand began rubbing her arm. Why couldn’t she pull away…. And then he leaned in, her eyes widening as his mouth was mere centimetres away from her ear. His horrid breath, tickling her skin and the blonde hair the dangled near it.
Astrid/Mildew….
“And then he said something to you Astrid, told you something, that horrified you. Yet felt so dirty, so right and just what you needed.”
Astrid’s mind….
“Tonight, you’re going to stay at your parent’s place, you’re going to get ready for bed, telling your husband you need a night away to cool off.”
She couldn’t move as she felt his warm, horrid breath on her skin as he told her what to do.
“You’re going to then wait for me to come in, and when I arrive, I’ll show you what a girl like you need’s.”
“ Not over my dead body..” Astrid growled, not having anything the old man was saying. Her reply only causing him to chuckle.
“ Well if your in your room tonight, I’ll know you couldn’t resit my offer.”
And with that, Astrid watched speechless as Mildew rose to his feet and walked away. The blonde not believing she had just been propositioned by Mildew of all people. Something felt wrong about the whole thing, especially when thoughts of temptation crept in, temptation to actually go through with his idea. Something was surely off to the blonde, but in her dream state, she just couldn’t place it.
Astrid/Mildew…
“You eventually left, getting on with your day, training dragons and young rider’s. But in the back of your mind Mildew’s offer was there. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, it just wasn’t right after all, but then you ran into your husband. It didn’t take long before you argued again. And without thinking, you told him you were sleeping at your parents for the night.”
He felt her tense once more, Mildew keeping her against him, still enjoying her body up against his.
“ It was soon evening, and you kept racking your brain, telling yourself not to go through with it. But you couldn’t stop yourself, not quite believing it, you got into the bed you used to own, dressed in nothing but a white sleeping dress.”
Mildew still keeping his lips near her ear, then spoke once more, his warm breath on her skin.
“You knew if word got out, you could never live it down, but that side of you, the side that needed to be treated like a whore kept you firmly in your bed. You felt dirty, but curious. And as you turned onto your side, facing away from the door to your room, you wondered If the old man would even show up…”
It was then Mildew let go of the blonde, sliding from her bed, he stood up, his cock hard, completely nude.
“It was then you heard someone enter your room, heard the tell-tale signs of Mildews stick hitting the wooden floor. You didn’t turn and look, but it was soon after that you heard clothing landing on your floor. He was getting undressed; your anticipation began to build…”
Mildew then smirked, it was time….
“When I click my finger’s Astrid, you’ll wake up, but when you do your mind will still think it’s in the dream I’ve just been telling you. And until I tell you to wake up properly, you’ll still think it’s the same scenario, and even better, you’ll go along with everything I do, and you’ll be into it…. You’ll play along, thinking the things I tell you aren’t commands. Whatever I do to you, everything you’ll compare to your dream version of Hiccup…. And in every sense, it’ll feel dirtier, more enjoyable and just what your inner whore needed”
It was then Mildew clicked his finger’s, and while he couldn’t see her face, he saw her body jerk slightly. Just having her body against his had awakened his cock, so as he stood there in anticipation, giving her a moment to ‘wake’ up before he made his move.
Astrid’s eyes opened, and for a moment everything once more felt even real then what she had been experiencing. But only for a second as the command set in and her brain tricked itself into believing this was still the same scenario that had just been playing in her mind. Like a switch, she was back to being aware Mildew was now in her room, here to do god only knows what… And she had let that happen, her imaginary feelings had wanted it to. Something in her gut was telling her it was wrong, something gnawed at the back of her mind, but she was unable to reach it. Instead she was the cheiftess who needed to be treated like a whore….
Keeping herself looking at the wall of her room, she tried to imagine Mildew wasn’t there, but it was all to real when he finally spoke.
“ I bet you didn’t think I would turn up…. My Cheiftess…” Mildew mocked, keeping up the charade of her being second in command of the whole village. Though he had to laugh, she could well become that in a few years, though he had to chuckle to himself, Thor only knows what Hiccup would think about his precious Astrid after what he had already done to her. “Admittedly when I left earlier, I didn’t think you would be here either. But it looks like my idea of you being a whore deep down who needed being taken charge of was accurate.”
Astrid didn’t move, her heart beating a mile a minute as his word’s sunk in. That sounded right, and yet so wrong at the same time. But when she heard her bed creak, felt the bear skin that was currently covering her raise slightly. It fully sunk in, Mildew, the man people most despised was getting into bed with her. What was worse, while she hadn’t looked, it was highly likely he could well have been nude.
Her heart beat a mile a minute when she then felt his body weight shuffling beside her, her eyes widening when his arms then wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him. It’s when she felt it, when she felt his hardness against her back…. She bit her lip slightly at the feeling, her inner ‘whore’ fluttered when she felt how big it seemed. It was then she felt him place his lips near her ear, his large scraggly beard tickling her skin, the blonde almost retching when she smelt his horrid breath.
It was followed by his right, bony old hand slowly moving from around her waist and onto her hip. Mildew was touching her, this is wrong… Something screamed in Astrid’s mind, it continued on, telling her to go back to her husband, yet she didn’t move, instead she aloud his hand to slowly rub down her leg before making its way up her body .
“I’ve always wanted your body…. Seeing you around with our dear Chief Hiccup… it was wasted on someone like him.” Mildew almost growled into the blonde’s ear, he wasted no time trailing his wrinkled hand up her side, before sliding it back onto the front of her torso. Making sure his throbbing cock was flush against her back, he then slid his hand upwards, grasping her right, dress covered breast roughly in his hand. Smirking when he heard a gasp slip from her lip’s, he could feel her nipple beneath the material. The old man began to grope her, making sure to pull at her nipple beneath with each movement. Swapping from breast to breast…
“ These are mine now… You little whore…” Mildew mocked, his mind briefly flashing back to the time he had seen her perky, perfect globes in the open. He was shocked when she had removed her binding’s and revealed fuller breast’s then he had expected from a girl of her frame. Not huge, but just right, stunning in fact. He inwardly smirked when he felt her nipples harden beneath his finger’s, his slut clearly enjoying his movement’s.
Astrid didn’t know what to do as she lay there, staring at her wall as the old man groped away at her. Her inner whore couldn’t help but react to it, and with the dream commands in place, the blonde couldn’t deny it felt amazing the way his hands roughly handled her. Her mind telling her this was the way she wanted to be treated, this was what her husband should have been doing.
His hands then let go, before she felt him reaching down, pulling at her sleep dress, the skirted end raising up her body. She didn’t move, though she felt she should have been as her naked legs where revealed, and much to her alarm, her cunt. The blonde then felt his hand’s stop, her mind assuming they would reach between her legs, but no, instead they went under her sleep dress, his bony finger’s sliding up her taught, toned mid section.
Her heart continued to pound in her chest as his horrid breath still tickled her ear, as it seemed time slowed down before his wrinkled hands reached their destination, causing the blonde shield maiden to once more gasp as the old hands of Mildew groped her naked chest. Something that should of only been reserved for her chief, her husband…. But it felt right as he began squeezing hard, as his old cock throbbed against her back.
Mildew groaned inwardly, her perky breasts feeling amazing in his hands as he began to play with them. The feeling of her actual skin so much more exhilarating, even more so when his fingers tips passed over her hardened young nipples.
“ Now my slutty Cheiftess, until I leave this room you’ll do as I say…Because your inner whore won’t have it any other way..” Mildew growled, he knew he had already commanded this, but he needed her to think it was just her inner whore, in dream mode going along, not that he was commanding her using some ancient power.
Astrid heard the word’s but barely registered them, trying to block out the old man’s groping, but she couldn’t, instead all she could feel was her cunt moisten from the movements. Then she heard him speak, this time all to clearly as he whispered in her ear.
“Turn your face towards me, and give me a kiss like you would your husband…”
A part deep down was screaming It was wrong, but it was cancelled out by the commands that had been set as she felt herself, willingly turning herself, adjusting her neck and body as he kept his hands on her breast’s.
Her neck craned enough, she saw as he leaned his head in, the outline of his ugly face, the room only illuminated by the moon outside. But when his face moved closer, she didn’t stop herself, couldn’t as her eyes shut, and her sweet lips met his horrid snake like one’s.
Wrong… Wrong….That voice whispered once again, but her inner whore took over as the kiss began to deepen. Her mind telling her it was so dirty, so what she needed when his tongue began dancing with her’s. Little did the eighteen-year-old Astrid realise, this wasn’t the first time the old man’s tongue had been in her mouth before. But mixed in with his groping hand’s, her command riddled brain only made her enjoy It more, only made her cunt get wetter and wetter with each movement.
Pulling her slightly more flush against him, still not releasing her breasts as he continued to fondle her under her sleep dress. Mildew moaned into the blonde’s mouth, once more savouring her kiss. He couldn’t deny, he loved doing it, it was intimate, his obsession with Astrid making him want to enjoy everything he could.
With his left hand, he rolled one of her hardened nipples… His right though, his right he decided to use to reach for another prize as he let go of her breast. The old man slowly sliding it back down her stomach, creeping it closer and closer to her sweet pussy.
Astrid felt the most hated man on Berk’s bony hand slide down her torso, closer and closer to her heated centre. The whispering voice of it being wrong had drowned out, the command now completely taking over as her inner whore raged on, wanting his perverted touch as her tongue wrestled his in his horrid tasting mouth. And she didn’t have to wait long, as his long, bony middle finger slid over her wet pussy lips causing her eye’s to close in pleasure at the touch.
Pulling his mouth away from her lips, he removed his hand from her breast, sliding it out from under her dress he then snakes it up her body and around her neck, pulling the blonde against him hard, his slimy mouth against her ear, his nose breathing in her beautifully smelling blonde hair. His hard cock against her ass, bent upwards flush against her.
“Seems I really was right, the Cheiftess of Berk is a whore….. Your wet” Mildew growled, his cock throbbing as he slowly being rubbing Astrid’s pussy lip’s with his finger tip’s. So plump, he longed to put his cock inside her... But he would wait.
Astrid didn’t answer, just kept her eye’s closed as his fingers moved against her cunt. She was a whore, and while the commands where in place her mind accepted It as truth.
Her breathing deepened slightly as he began rubbing her moistening slit a bit faster, his fingers moving in circles as his large throbbing cock pulsated against her from behind. Tendrils of pleasure began to tingle through her at his movements.
“I bet my blonde whore wants a finger inside her…”
She heard the old man’s words, and she couldn’t help but agree, her body becoming so turned on she didn’t even question the disgusting thought of Mildew being inside her body.
“Well…” Mildew whispered, still rubbing Astrid’s pussy , his finger sliding between her fair hairs that only seemed to frame her cunt lips even more. “Does she want a finger or not?”
“ Y-es …” Astrid choked out, her voice low and breathless.
“ Then ask for it if you want it so bad…”
She didn’t even hesitate, her voice continuing to catch as she spoke…
“ Please…Thor Please put your finger inside me..”
Mildew’s horrid mouth smirked behind the riving blonde, his own cock throbbing almost painfully. His fingers still only rubbing at the teen’s cunt… After all she hadn’t given him what he wanted yet .
“ My name’s not Thor, why don’t you ask again..”
She knew what he wanted, and it felt almost foreign on her tongue not to be shouting at him to back off like she would around the village if he piped up towards her. But as his bony fingertips teased her now aching pleasure point, she had to force those words out of her mouth.
“ Please…” Astrid said, before moaning slightly. “Please Mildew put your finger inside me..”
Hearing her voice cry his name in need seemed to only harden Mildew’s cock, holding her against him tightly, he then slipped his middle finger between her aching, plump pussy lips. The move causing a pleasured gasp to come from Astrid, her tightness obvious around his finger.
Relief came to the blonde as Mildews old finger finally entered her, it only got better for the whore version of the shield maiden as he began moving it inside her, his finger pumping slowly causing a pulsation of pleasure to go through her body.
“ You like that?..” Mildew growled with lust, turning his finger up inside her, rubbing a spot Astrid was enjoying.
“Y-es..” Astrid cried, the blonde’s thighs clenching, subconscious holding the old, dirty bastards finger inside her.
His finger continued to move, the bony appendage working over the beautiful blondes’ cunt. Needing her touch, the old pervert spoke once more.
“mmm Astrid, reach back and feel what your whorish body is doing to me...”
Astrid did not realise she was being controlled, the whore command still in her mind, she assumed it was her want for being used in play as the blonde Vikings right hand nervously reached back behind her. She pawed away a couple of times before she felt ‘it' at her finger tips . The pulsating obvious only from a slight touch .
“ Grab it ... Grab it right now .” Mildew whispered through gritted teeth impatiently. His tone surprisingly aggressive, the very thing the dream Astrid had wanted from her own husband .
Her heart beating a mile a minute, her body shivering in need from the old man’s finger as her pussy clenched and throbbed around it. The blondes hand finally reached out with slightly more purpose, her petite hand wrapping around his wrinkled old member . Her eyes widened slightly in shock .. it was massive, the thickness resembling the handle of her axe as it pulsed almost violently in her grip .
An image of Hiccups cock flashed in her mind. The image an actual real memory from their recent hand job trickling in. The feel, touch and size all being dwarfed by of all people, the most hated man on Berks cock . While she was still in her dream state, she felt an unnoticed flickering of familiarity, like a brief feeling of recognition but it faded fast . One thing that didn’t though, the same guilt she had felt before as a thought crossed her mind ... This cock felt better in her hand .
But it was then her ‘inner whore' once again took over as she bit her lip, her hand almost by its own accord squeezing the large cock in her hand . The action causing the old, creep of a man to groan deeply in her ear, her eyes closing in a lustful clench at the sound. A part of brain screamed this wasn’t normal, this was Mildew but it left quickly, replaced with need .
“ You like that do you ?!” Mildew said once again with gritted teeth . Loving her dainty fingers around his cock . He then goaded, wanting an answer to his next question .
“Its bigger then your Hiccups isn’t it.. Answer me truthfully”
Mildew worded the question carefully . This time talking more to the real Astrid and not his dream whore he currently had with him . There was a pause for a moment, before his ears heard a reply, guilt clear in the answer, not that he gave a shit .
“ Y..Yes”
His wrinkled face lit up, a gapped tooth smirk appearing . His finger moving inside her still . Her hand wrapped around his member.
A brief shame invaded Astrid’s mind after uttering her reply before it was once more beaten down by the magic of the Loki stone. Her ‘inner whore’ once more took over as her hand began slowly moving of its own accord, tentatively moving back and forth, playing with his throbbing cock .
“Didn’t even have to ask ... my Chief-Tess whore” Mildew growled, feeling an inner delight at his obsessions hand moving without being ordered. He knew it wasn’t really ‘her. But he allowed himself to believe. Allowed himself to believe his dream had been fulfilled.
Her hand continued to move, jerking him off as he still played with her, the couple continuing for a little while longer before Mildew gathered his thought’s, trying to think straight as he eyed the still darkened night glaring in from Astrid’s window. He knew he needed to leave when it was still dark, at the risk of being caught should the sun arise and the Berkian’s soon after.
Thinking quickly on what he wanted next, a smirk arose on his face, his fingers slipping from Astrid’s wet opening causing a whimper to slip from the blonde’s mouth. Sitting up, the old man pulled his cock from her hand, the blonde turning in the bed to see what was going on. It was then he could see it, Astrid was not quite Astrid, she was most definitely there, but what he could only describe as her inner whore had completely taken over. He knew it was not real but the look she was giving him was exactly what he wanted to eventually see from the real Astrid, a lustful and wanting look … with a hint of disgust mixed in because who was he kidding, she wasn’t ever going to be proud of herself for wanting an old dirty bastard like himself.
Without wasting another second Mildew then threw the bear skin rug off the two of them, leaving his old wrinkled, dirty dishevelled body on display for the blonde. Had he been a man of any vanity he would have taken offence to the brief horrified look that swept the blondes eyes, before the Loki stones powers regained control and the looked returned to a lustful need. Mildew then eyed the white sleep gown that still covered Astrid’s body.
“ Take that off whore, its unfair I’m showing so much and you aren’t”
Mildew watched in anticipation, his green eyes not leaving her body for a second as the blonde sat up pulling the white material off herself as she did.
Astrid began removing her dress, her mind now completely clouded with lust, all except this slight, nagging doubt that this was not meant to be as she began undressing in front of the most hated man on Berk. But nothing could stop this train now as she slipped it over her head, dropping it to the floor beside her. She saw the want in the old perverts’ eyes as his eyes widened and mouth turned up into an even more devilish grin. She was to far gone now to do anything about it, her mind only welcomed the reaction, giving her thoughts of how she wished Hiccup looked at her with the same want and need.
She truly was a Valkyrie sent from Valhalla, that’s what Mildew told himself as the young blonde revealed her toned, perky young body that put any of the other women to shame. Curves in all the right places, breasts that look so perfectly round and full. Her bindings doing no justice to them in normal time. He then looked down at her perfect puffy cunt, the old pervert needing to taste her once again. She had caused an addiction from the first time that he needed to sate.
“I think it’s time we played a little game” Mildew said as he reached his finger out to the blonde’s body, trailing it down from her right breast, all the way down her torso. The blonde clearly shivering at the movement.
“The game is simple, where going to see who comes first….” Mildew continued, grinning before he said the last part. “And if you’re not a good whore and you come before me, well I’m going to punish you, you understand?”
Astrid listened to Mildews word’s, the Loki stones magic reacting, causing her to shiver in pure delight at his words, after all Hiccup would never do something like this. Slowly, nervousness building inside her she nodded. Wondering what would come next.
“Good my chief-Tess, I’m so glad you’re in agreement.”
Mildew then laid back on the bed straight, his cock standing attention as his eyes stayed staring at the naked blonde goddess beside him. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he then spoke once more.
“What you’re going to do next, is sit that little cunt of yours on my face, while you then use that pretty little whorish mouth of yours on this …”
Astrid took in a breath, she had never done anything like this with dream Hiccup, let alone Mildew of all people. But this is what she wanted wasn’t it? Someone who took charge of her and treated her like a slut… I mean it’s what her brain was telling her was right, so it was right wasn’t it? Her body seemed to love the thought though as she tentatively nodded in agreement, it seemed her nodding only succeeded in making the perverted Mildews face light up even more. Not quite believing what was happening, the lust ridden Astrid slowly got to her knees, before effortlessly, seeing how flexible she was, slipped her toned leg over Mildews waiting face before slowly straddling it. The young blonde presenting her perfect pussy to the old pervert, her lips right in his face as she looked down at the massive cock he possessed. Something though, hit her quick, seemingly pushing through the fog of the Loki stone as a thought rung around her mind.
Stop… This is not right; this is so wrong.
But once again it past faster than she could remember it as the Loki stone kicked in once again, completely washing the thought away. Instead all she could do was stare wantonly at the old wrinkled cock in front of her.
“Fuck” Mildew said, moaning afterwards at the sight in front of him, the puffy pussy which was framed by fair, blonde hair stared down at him. As he stared intently, his cock ached to enter it, even more so when he could see the clear wetness covering the outer lips of her slit. He eventually spoke once more.
“You’ve got such a beautiful little cunt… especially for a whore…”
She could not believe she was doing this to her husband, her chief, as dream Astrid sat above the old, hated man of Berk. But his word’s hit every note within her, made her forget anything but the act she was about to perform.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Mildew suddenly reached his old, withered hands up to the young, toned ass of Astrid’s, gripping her backside tightly as he held her. He smirked when he heard the surprised noise come from the blondes mouth at his movement.
“Now remember Astrid... If you do not get me off first like a good whore does, this dirty old Viking’s going to have to punish you.”
Without a moment being wasted, Mildew then raised his pointed, horrid nose up against the Viking’s entrance. He breathed in, shuddering, and groaning loudly as the scent of the blonde hit his nostril’s. Her aroma was divine, he did not think anything smelt better as he ran his nose up and down her cunt.
Time stood almost still for Astrid; her lust filled body shivering as she felt the old pervert sniff at her like some dog on heat. He turned her on even more, so much so the feeling of nausea and terror that built inside her belly the moment he started disappeared in an instant. The blonde was truly gone, wrapped up in powers she would never understand. It was so dirty, so wrong and yet it felt so right to her in that moment as he held her pussy against his ugly wrinkled face. Then she felt it, as he began kissing at her entrance almost needily, her entrance pulsating as her eyes closed in enjoyment. His hand digging into her rear as he did.
“You taste so good” Mildew said loudly, his gruff voice showing clear enjoyment. Without wasting anymore time, his blonde obsession clearly already warmed up, the old pervert began to slip his tongue between her moistened lips getting to taste her fully, once again like he had at the cove. As he dove in and began eating the Viking teen, his cock throbbed when from above he heard a breathless moan escape the lips of the usually aggressive Astrid. He carried on for a few more moment’s before realising the blonde had not even touched him, the now lustful mess seemingly enjoying his actions too much. But his slut needed to realise she was losing the game and loosing fast. Regrettably pulling away from her wetness, the bearded old man spoke.
“You best get to work my chief-Tess whore otherwise I’ll be punishing you...”
Astrid just about heard the old man’s words; her warped dream state mind having been telling her how Hiccup had never done this to her or treated her like this. Even though little did Astrid know that thought was imaginary, a placed made-up memory of a marriage that had not even happened yet. The word’s the old man had uttered to her from underneath her finally hit. She was whore, she needed to prove that not be punished.
Her big blue eyes then looked down, swallowing nervously as they locked onto the throbbing large cock of the most hated man on berk. Not being one to scare easily, the Viking leant forward, her left hand placed on the old man’s grey haired covered wiry thigh. Charging head on the blonde then wrapped her free hand around his fat member, slowly beginning to stroke it up and down. Only for Mildew to speak once again. Not happy by her tame actions.
“Get your fucking mouth down on that whore.”
The warped Astrid once again shivered in delight at his words, not wanting to lose she then swiftly leant her face down towards the old yet big cock of Mildews. Just before the mushroomed head, she paused, the smell making her cringe inwardly , the true Astrid breaking through for just a few moments but just like last time that didn’t last, it was pushed down quicky as the beautiful lips of Astrid Hofferson once again slipped over the head of Mildews cock. The blonde’s perky breasts swaying as she leaned down further taking his cock in inch by inch, her mouth stretching almost painfully to accommodate him . But what dream Astrid didn’t know, was almost like muscle memory her unexperienced mouth began moving like the man in the mask had told her to do as it slipped up and down taking more and more in. Coating his old cock in her saliva.
Mildew gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling back slightly when he felt once again the perfect mouth of the blonde wrap around his cock. Leaving it a moment to savour it, he then got back to the task at hand as he once again buried his face between the Viking girl’s leg’s as she straddled his face.
The pair’s bodies intertwined in what would eventually be dubbed the sixty-nine position. Each of them now getting fully into pleasuring one another.
Mildew continued to suck, lick and almost slobber over the beautiful entrance of the blonde warrior of Berk. As he did, the old pervert revelled in the feeling of having his obsession once again bobbing her wet velvety mouth up and down his wrinkled cock. He loved the enthusiasm, fake or not, dream or not... There was nothing better than Astrid Hofferson’s mouth pleasuring you.
Slipping his tongue back along her entrance all the while his wrinkled hands ran up and down her toned, tight arse. The old pervert then placed his withered old snake like lips over the now swollen clit of the young blonde. The wooden bed squeaking instantly as her body tensed suddenly at the movement from below her. But something that was even better was the feeling of her breathing out heavily on his cock all the while her sweet mouth stayed wrapped around it. The vibration causing the old man’s own body to tense up, gritting itself as pleasure vibrated up his legs and through his torso.
But unlike Astrid, Mildew had more experience as he pushed past the amazing pleasure radiating through his body. His mouth keeping to her button, almost latching on, the old man chopped and changed between sucking and licking her sensitive nub. The movement instantly getting the reaction he craved as he felt the blondes breathing switch up a notch around his cock, moans of pleasure vibrating out as she continued to pleasure him. He revelled in the feeling of having the blonde’s addictive juices coating his mouth more and more as she got wetter and wetter from his actions.
God’s…. Astrid groaned inwardly as Mildews old snake like tongue worked over her cunt, it did not matter she was cheating on her husband, not anymore, not when it felt so good to have the old man working between her leg’s. The dream state Astrid’s competitive side still shined through, must like her normal self she too hated loose, so she did her best to block out what she was feeling as she continued to suck on the large cock in front of her. The smell, the taste, the ugly look of his body had been taken away by the stone’s power, now it was all about being a whore as she did her best not to be punished. But when he found her clit, when her found the blondes most sensitive area, thoughts of winning went out the window when in almost an instant the pleasure ramped up tenfold. The tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm simmered in her body, her core beginning to gradually tighten as her pussy coiled more and more. Thoughts of Hiccup long gone as she tried her best to keep her focus. Trying to up the pleasure, she then reached her right hand between the old man’ s legs cupping his large balls in her hand as she held herself steady with the other, all the while her mouth continued to move. She had to admit, they felt so big and full, her whorish dream state loving squeezing them and making him tense beneath her.
But it all seemed for nought as her body seemingly could not take any more as she felt her orgasm building closer and closer as every moment passed. But just as she was about to hit boiling point, just as she was about to topple over the edge and loose, Mildew suddenly stopped, pulling his wrinkled lips away from her pussy much to her body’s disappointment. The movement causing the blonde to stop in confusion, her now swollen lips slipped from the bulbous head of his cock as she placed her hands steady on his thighs, turning her head slightly to the ugly man beneath, her breathing heavy and laboured, her lips coated in her built up saliva.
“Why did you stop??” Astrid said, taking in a breath as she did. Not wanting to seem like it was her wanting him to finally put her over the edge, the whore state Astrid continued. “Afraid you would lose?”
Mildew ignored her, his mouth itching to latch back onto her sweet, fair haired cunt, but he wanted to try something else, something else he had been dreaming of since he the girl had come into age. Shuffling slightly up the bed, the put pressure on the blonde ass, his hands causing her to slightly lurch forward, causing even more confusion in the blonde.
“Push your ass back whore, I want to get a different angle...”
Somehow the true Astrid broke through for a second, a sick feeling slipping in once more, feeling horrible at the thought of presenting herself anymore to this horrid old pervert. But it happened, like it had all night, the dream warped state of mind she was in crushed her normal feelings down, the Loki stone rampaging through her, so being the ‘whore’ she was, she pushed her eighteen year old rear back for the old Viking, causing her cheeks to spread more then they had, and for the first time her asshole was now eye level and on show for the elderly Mildew, his face grinning with delight as he laid eyes on her most depraved hole .
Never in his years did he think he would be witness to it, but he revelled in her pink starfish almost winking back at him. Even her asshole was perfect, he was sure there was a single thing unsexy about the blonde, and just like her cunt, he was going to eventually fuck this hole too. But first, first he needed to do something else, test something so without waiting he gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart even more.
“Game on…” He spoke aloud before pushing his bearded mouth between her ass cheeks, his tongue delving in without wait as he began eating her ass. Something that seemingly didn’t surprise the old man, not anymore, even this hole tasted divine as tongued at her. The movement causing the blonde to jerk forward in shock, almost trying to pull her ass away, but to no avail as Mildew held her in place, his tongue working the blondes toned rear over.
“Thor…. What are you doing...?” Astrid without realising shouted, both lucky that Mildew earlier had taken control of both her mother and father, the old man knowing full well they would ignore her cries. But it did not matter, because even he did not pay attention as the blonde could still feel his snake like tongue in her arse.
Something happened though, as any alarm quickly left as all she had left was her now ‘whorish thoughts. But what happened, was some of Astrid’s true thoughts crept in, the girl not realising the difference but because she had no comparison, no hatred like the man in the mask had garnered when he had eaten her out, and Hiccup had never done anything like this to her before, her dream state allowed an actual thought to creep into her mind. Not that the blonde would know it to be anything but a dream when she woke up… But all she could think was, this felt great, amazing… And dirty, wrong… but dirty in a good way. The blonde liked it, and she could not believe it, but she did, she would assume it was only a dream, or well nightmare come morning, but little did she know the real Astrid Hofferson would come to love having her ass played with.
And when that thought hit, and when the old man continued to eat her ass, followed by one of his hands sneaking between her legs to rub her swollen clit, the feeling of her impending orgasm rattled to the surface once again. And fast.
She gripped his throbbing cock in one hand, her other hand once more gripping his wiry thigh as she held her self-steady. The pleasure from his actions causing pulsated through her, causing her to completely forget she was meant to be pleasuring him back in some form of competition.
The blonde Viking teen began to thrash above the bearded pervert, her body jerking, trying to pull away and yet stay in the same position to keep him doing what he was doing. It only took a few moments, a few more movements of his hand, and a few more movements of his tongue and it happened…. It happened so fast, the Astrid come undone, her body began to shake as an intense orgasm rippled so fast through her body. She cried out, moaning loudly as Mildew held her in place, his tongue deep in her ass enjoying every moment.
It seemed to last an age, and yet it seemed to also fade to fast as her body shook to a stop, calming down as she rode out the last few moments of pleasure she had been given. When she finally stopped and calmed down on top of him, Mildew then pushed her off him, the blonde rolling off onto the hardened wooden bed, lying naked and breathing heavy, a sheen of sweat across her forehead, her blonde hair frazzled. The usually no-nonsense Viking a mess.
Mildew grinned at her sadistically, salivating at the taste of her still on his lips, the disgusting old Viking not thinking on what had just transpired to hard, not waiting around taking in the fact his goddess like obsession was currently lying naked next to him in a bed. He did not want to wait to punish her, and he didn’t want to let her settle down…. Nor did he want to wait to receive pleasure once more from this perfect beauty. So, without waiting, the naked old Mildew slipped off the bed, her bearded face looking down on Astrid as she looked at him in confused from her lying position. His cock standing to attention, he needed release and he needed it fast so looking down at her he spoke in a commanding voice.
“You lost my Chief-Tess whore, it looks like your punishment will be my gain.” Walking a couple of steps to the edge of the bed, he reached down and pulled Astrid by the shoulders towards him, the blondes eye’s widening from the movement.
“Shuffle forward and lean your head over the edge of your bed”.
Mildew this time used it as a command, Astrid too warped by the Loki versions dream to notice her body moving not by her own accord, worry seeped into her blue eye’s briefly as she did what she was told, the bed creaking with her movements as she loosely leant her neck and head over the side, her eyeline now looking straight towards the old legs of Mildew.
“Open your mouth and relax your throat…”
Once again, the Loki stone took over, her mind assuming it was just her ‘Whore’ needs as she tentatively opened her lip’s, her swollen lips parting in a movement that made Mildew inwardly shudder with lust.
“You lost my chief-Tess, and whores should never cum first...”
With that statement Mildew wasted no time in leaning his body over the hanging head of Astrid’s, his throbbing cock lining up against her mouth, slipping in as quickly as he could, her tight mouth attempting to accommodate his girth once again as inch after inch entered her throat. She still couldn’t fit much in, still untrained, but it didn’t stop Mildew as with as second thought he began to fuck her throat, the angle instantly causing her to gag loudly as her air way was blocked.
Astrid couldn’t breathe as Mildew began moving his cock in and out of her mouth, his large cock too much to handle as she again coated his cock in her saliva. Astrid of norm would have felt disgusted, but the warped Astrid almost took in without hesitation, she was a whore in this scenario, or deep down one… and like Mildew said, she lost, and she needed to be punished the Loki stone to powerful to fight against with that thought.
“God your throat feels so fucking good…” Mildew growled loudly, his movements becoming fast as he face fucked the blonde all the while looking down at her body… at her stunning pussy that was on show, wishing he were pounding into that right now instead. But he would not fuck her in this dream state, no, not until he had outside in the real world, the real Berk as the man in the mask, he loved this dream Astrid, but he craved the Astrid outside of this even more.
Astrid felt lightheaded as she laid there, her throat being thrusted into, it was painful, and she was struggling to breath but the ‘whore side’ loved it, almost wishing her throat could even take him in fully.
It went on for a few more moment’s, Mildews grunting and Astrid’s gagging noise ringing loudly in the air of the Viking home. His cock was soaked, and he was loving every second of it as he fucked her mouth over the side of the bed, but it was soon to much, soon his balls began to tighten and with a loud almost growl, Mildew tensed, unloading into the mouth of Astrid Hofferson.
The naked blonde choking in shock as she felt the old man’s seed hitting the back of her throat, the taste horrid and salty but being a ‘whore’, she shut that out, her tastebuds almost welcoming it. Not being able to take it she pushed Mildew back, the old mans cock slipping from her mouth, saliva and cum dripping from his cock as it did.
“Swallow it whore...”
Deep down Astrid did not want to, the real Astrid no matter her strange feelings when she had been visited by the man in the mask. But this Astrid wanted to please, so she did just that, swallowing the cum, and not for the first time in her life, not that she knew that. She couldn’t get it all as some dripped down her chin and onto her cheeks.
Mildew smirked, she looked a mess, and it was just the way he wanted her. But he knew sunup was coming soon, so he then took control, commanding her to get herself cleaned up and dressed before going back to bed.
A little while later….
“When I leave the room, you’ll fall back to sleep and everything will go back to normal” Mildew said looking down at Astrid now lying, eyes closed and cleaned up as if nothing had happened. “You’ll wake up thinking it was a vivid dream, not that it actually happened but you’ll remember every detail, but no matter what you feel you won’t come to the conclusion it was anything, but your mind does you understand?”
He saw a semi tranced Astrid nod in understanding as the old man now fully dressed grabbed his stick. Smirking, but deep down not wanting to leave, Mildew then began walking towards the door. It was only then he stopped, not being able to resist he then walked back towards the blonde, leaning down towards her ear.
“Astrid, back when everything is normal, when it’s not a dream, you’ll come to love the feeling of my seed in your mouth… The taste you’ll keep your normal thoughts about, but the feeling of it down your throat, that feeling you’ll crave”.
He smiled a crooked, gapped tooth smile as he then once again headed towards the door. He knew that was slightly cheating to help towards his real goal for Astrid, but the odds of getting what he wanted where stacked against him. So why not get a little help….
And with that, the most hated man on Berk left Astrid’s home and fled into the night.
A.N so what do you think ? do you like the way it went? no it wont be dream Astrid all the time its just another way for him to get in her head. Any ideas welcome, if its not liked anymore im sorry i lost any and all motivation a while ago so this is me having a slight come back. Anyway thanks for reading
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