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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 Hey everyone Merlin here, I'm going to pat myself on the back for three chapters in relative quick succession. i mean its better then a years break right ? yes ill hide myself for that haha. Anyway i have no beta so expect mistakes.
Massivveeeeeee thanks for the comments, please do keep them coming as it does drive me on. Right so, read at the end of the chapter my Authors note, will be some hints for the future of this chapter, as ive planned some big points lets see if you can guess who i'm talking about.
anyhow enjoy
What’s wrong with me?
Chapter nine
Over the line ...part one
The wind blew, as the wings of the dragon the pair sat atop flapped effortlessly. Deadly Nadders being one of the most competent and quick flyers of any dragon species. Apart from the once feared night fury, there wasn’t much that could beat the blue horned dragon in a race of speed.
And there wasn’t many deadly Nadders alive that could match pace for pace with the rapid movement of the Nadder belonging to the shield maiden Astrid Hofferson.
The sun was beginning to rise, the air still chilly as Astrid sat atop her bonded and loved Stormfly. Her golden Locks blowing in the wind as she sored towards an unknown destination. But unlike most flights they shared together, this was anything but a peaceful and bonding moment. Because this wasn’t Stormfly, or at least not her Stormfly.
She didn’t hold it against her, just like Astrid herself, someone now held power over her who shouldn’t. And that tore her apart. Because Said man, or beast or a demon from the depths of the horrid realms she had no idea, currently sat behind her. His lecherous arms wrapped around her waist, holding her body against him. It made her sick to the stomach, and the soon to be married women was to put it lightly, nervous, nervous as all Helheim because this wasn’t his usual M O. And she didn’t know what she was heading towards.
“Continue in this direction Dragon.” The man in the mask said from over her shoulder, his hand briefly leaving her waist to point outwards. She still didn’t know his identity, and at this point she didn’t even care ... She just wanted to see him dead.
Mildew had to admit... It turned out, the mighty Viking he was. He hated heights, nausea hitting him any time he looked down at the open sea. Luckily, his plan involved returning separately on a boat. The old man having taken the deadly Nadder to do some research as the blonde had slept a couple of nights ago, to say he hated flying atop a dragon was an understatement. Pesky things, but to get Astrid to the destination of his choice, this was the only way.
The plan now having to jump a few steps, something he hadn’t wanted but time was now of the essence, and that had caused Mildew to scope out a place for some true privacy. And it was only a mere moment later that in the not so far distance the tiny island of Nuen appeared. An island that consisted of mountains and a small plush greenery and docks, built Pacifically for traders to sleep, and restock after long journeys. But the plush greenery wasn’t where Mildew was heading. As the old man told the Deadly Nadder to head towards the back end of the island, the dragon doing just as it was told.
“Excited for our little excursion are you Astrid?” The masked Mildew shouted over the noise of the wind. Agitation grew when a sarcastic snort resonated from the blonde. He knew she wouldn’t ever be nice so to speak, but her walls had stayed up this whole past month, the blonde never wavering ... Stubborn cunt ... He thought in agitation.
Stormfly eventually began to descend, its controlled brain taking it towards the exact spot they had recently visited. Mildew not long after telling the scaled beast to set them down there.
High upon the cliff side of Nuen, there was a clearing with an old run-down hut in the middle of it. It was clear, even from the sky that no one had been in the area for years. Traveling without something like a dragon to this hut, now impossible due to years of fierce weather conditions causing terrain damage on the pathways up to it.
They landed not long after, the dragons claw covered feet landing on the frost covered grass with practiced ease. Once she had set them down, Mildew then jumped off, his old body seizing slightly as he landed a little awkwardly. Not one to show any reaction, he then turned to a stern-faced Astrid who was looking around at her new surroundings. Taking in the iced pond, frosted grass, and rock covered ground. All caused by the colder weather through the years, and the fact it was so high up. Luckily, it was warmer at this time of year, not to mention the Vikings of Berk cared little about a touch of frostbite.
Her eyes then seemed locked onto the old cabin at the end of said area. It’s roof slightly caved in all the while it missed vital pieces of wood, not to mention the cobwebs that adorned the outside. She was surprised it was still up. She then looked down at Stormfly beneath her. Her mind wondering if she had any chance of making the dragon react to her, so she could make an escape. But It seemed her captive could read her mind.
“You can try to get her to move, to escape but she won’t listen. You know my power ... So, I could command you, force you to get off her. Or you could jump down and accept your situation.”
Astrid sat sternly, not wanting to move, wanting to be stubborn but he was right, she didn’t have any power here. No matter how strong she was.
“If anything happens to Stormfly... I swear.”
“Your dragon will be fine; in fact, she’ll return in a few hours to return you back to Berk... “
Astrid gritted her teeth, before deciding. The more control she kept the better she would feel. Not wanting him to use his power she then slipped off Stormfly, her furred boots hitting the frosted ground.
“Someone will notice I’m gone, they’ll come looking.” Astrid said, as she looked towards the man in the mask. Hate in her eyes. Even more so when he let a chuckle slip from his lips.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry my dear, dear slave. That’s been sorted.”
“I’m not your anything.” Astrid replied in annoyance. Her fists clenching together, the material of her hand wraps rubbing together.
She didn’t notice as the man in the mask’s teeth clenched together in aggravation. She was his, and some how she would admit it. Pushing past it, he then spoke once more.
“So, I’m guessing your curious as to why we came out all this way, hmm?”
“I’m guessing for some more of your sick shit.”
This time, he couldn’t help but bite back.
“Listen here WHORE.”
But he stopped, he couldn’t show anger no matter how hard he had been trying to break Astrid with minimal at best reaction. He couldn’t let her show himself weak. He had to remain in charge.
“Anyway...” Mildew Began, calming himself down in front of the blonde. “want to see what I’ve been working on.”
With that he turned on his feet, before striding towards the old wooden cabin. But when he noticed she wasn’t following behind him. The old man stopped in his tracks, sighing to himself in annoyance. He had hoped he wasn’t going to have to use his powers for something as small as just getting her to follow him.
“Follow me now Astrid.”
When he heard footsteps finally coming up behind him, he made one last command, resigning himself to the fact he would need to use his powers allot more then he hoped he would need to today.
“Dragon, return when I whistle for you.”
With that Stormfly shot up into the sky, as Mildew reached the Cabin door. Pushing it open, the blonde, under his command reluctantly followed him inside.
Back on Berk...
It wasn’t long after the sun had risen, and the people of Berk went about their day. That chief in waiting Hiccup Haddock went looking for his soon to be wife.
She was meant to have met him and the other dragon riders to go over, and practice different flight manoeuvres. But unlike everyone else, she hadn’t appeared.
Being that he was a natural worrier, the scrawny Viking had shot off to see just what was going on.
Traveling to Astrid’s home, he knocks on her door, his knuckles rapping against the wood. He gulped slightly, when the bulging, yet smiling visage of Astrid’s father Lars came to the door. Even though Lars had taken well to the news of his daughter relationship and had agreed quickly to the marriage. Hiccup was the first to admit, the hulking beast terrified him.
“Argh, hiccup me boy what can I do for ye?”
Stuttering slightly at first, shuffling from his normal to metal foot. Hiccup regained his composure.
“Hello Mr Hofferson, I was just wondering if you knew where Astrid was? She was meant to meet us this morning.”
His arms folding across his chest, Lars face at first scrunched up in confusion, but then almost instantly changed to that of a smile and a nod. Neither of the two knowing the power of the Loki stone had kicked in right at that moment.
“Argh ... Mi Boy, she’ll be gone most of the day. You see when a Hofferson announces they are due to be wed. Their sent on a quest a few days after, alone. Don’t ye worry though boy it’s nothing dangerous, and Astrid has her Nadder with her. But its family tradition, and private. Ye understand? ... She’ll be back before the last hours of sun. She herself only found out this morning”.
Hiccup nodded as he listened, it was strange but Viking customs usually where and the Hofferson household were an incredibly old clan.
“Thanks for telling me Lars, I was just worried as all...”
A laugh that could rival his fathers boomed from the man’s mouth. Pushing Hiccups shoulder in jest, the scrawny boy moving back slightly.
“Ah no need to me boy, but a good man always worries for his woman. This is a private quest though, so no telling the village ay?”
Hiccup nodded once more in understanding, before bidding his soon to be father law a good day. The boy then heading back off towards the other dragon riders. With neither he, nor Lars realising Mildew had been to the Hofferson’s house the night before, commanding a under control Lars on what to say.
Nuen… Astrid/Mildew
Astrid swallowed, her usually steely nerves shattering in an instant when she entered the run-down cabin and looked around. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the wall’s, with cracks and missing planks covering the wooden structure. It was plain, a table on one side, only one chair along with a small firepit in the corner, smaller than the one on the edge, but she guessed it was merely used to give heat to one inhabitant. But as her piercing blue eye’s looked to the other side of the cabin, it was when it dawned on her, this truly was going to be a lot different. The eighteen-year-old shield maiden gazing upon an old wooden bed, covered in what looked like recently placed bear skin rugs. The man in the mask clearly having been here before, setting up the bed for Thor only knows what.
She then watched as her abuser went about lighting the fire pit, bringing light to the run-down old place, and if she didn’t hate where she was, she would have welcomed the warmth now radiating through as the fire was quickly lit. The holes in the infostructure letting out valuable heat, but the blistering cold slowly began to disappear.
“Why are we here? What the Helheim do you want from me now?” Astrid questioned her tone stern, the man in the mask turning towards her, his piercing green eyes showing up even more under the light of the fire. Annoyance growing even more when she heard a chuckle come from underneath the metal.
“Astrid, when I take off my mask and clothes, you’ll still only see the mask I’m wearing now, your mind won’t recognise or put together the similarities of the rest of my body…Do you understand?”
The blonde could feel a tingle in her mind, she now knew whatever power he held over her would take place and she would do what he had commanded. The tingle a familiar feeling, along with the slight unwilling nod that followed.
“Why do you hide yourself, If your so powerful why?!” Astrid questioned once more; this time her voice matches the anger she was feeling. Her wrapped fists clenching, her body rigid, knowing full well she couldn’t attack him, no matter how much she wanted to, having tried, and failed on multiple occasions.
She watched as he then reached his hands up, removing his helmet and dropping it to the floor beside him. Followed by his gloves. But her mind, due to the power he possessed over her, merely showed his face in the mask once more, though the illusion created made it seem the mask itself was his skin. His hands though, his hand’s she for the first time saw for real, the other times he had made her merely see his glove’s. They looked old. Really old, and the sight made her feel disgusted even more so than she already was. What she didn’t realise though, was she was well acquainted in her dreams with these hand’s, these hands belonging to Mildew. But the command set in, made her unable to see the connection, a connection an un-controlled Astrid would have seen.
“To answer your first question, were here so me and you can get even more acquainted, because today I take what’s mine” Mildew eventually said, due to previous command’s, Astrid could never place the old man’s voice when he spoke as the man in the mask. “And the answer to your second question, it’s none of your business…”
Mildew watched as the blonde glared at him, but he ignored it, pushed aside his thoughts on how he hadn’t been able to break her. He instead slowly began walking towards her, the floorboards creaking with each step. The young Viking, stepping back slightly as he did until he caught up with her, standing a mere inch or two away from her.
“You won’t pull away from me Astrid...”
No matter how many times he had met up with her, he always had to repeat that command, the girl flinching or attempting to move every time otherwise. It always made him grit his teeth in annoyance, she should have reached the point of him not needing to do that. He pushed on though, reminding himself that this time, this time round he didn’t need to care about trying to mould her into his own willing version of Astrid…. This time round was for one reason only.
With that in mind, the old man reached his withered right hand up, reaching behind her, before gripping the blonde braid tight that reached down to her shoulders. Her head jerking backwards as he tightened his hold on her, knowing full well she couldn’t retaliate physically. No matter how obvious it was from the look on her face that she wanted to.
“You know, I was there when your chief made that little speech about you and the lovely Hiccup...” Mildew said, the distain clear in his voice. It was clear by Astrid’s reaction; she was both worried and desperately trying to remember the faces of all the villagers looking at her when Stoic had spoken. He then continued to speak. “My little Astrid, my little toy…. My little whore, was giving herself away to another man.”
“I’m not your anything...”
Ignoring her jibe, even if it made him growl inwardly, he then leant forward, his old snake lips beginning to kiss slowly up and down the soft skin of the beautiful Vikings neck.
“And do you know what that made me realise Astrid?” Mildew asked, as he briefly stopped his mouth moving up and down her. Trying to ignore the tantalising aroma the blonde gave off, her natural scent an aphrodisiac to the old man.
“It made me realise that little boy was going to take something that was rightfully mine.” Mildew then whispered, lust clear in his voice. “Something, you could never give to another man again. And we can’t have that...”
It took a moment, but Astrid quickly concluded on what this perverted asshole was saying.
Her Virginity, something that was valued in Viking culture when a woman was about to be wed. But even more so, it was something she was prepared and wanting to give to Hiccup on their wedding night. She had just been naïve to think this bastard in front of her, wouldn’t have attempted it before now. Sure, Hiccup wouldn’t know, her hymen having broken many years ago, Gothri could even vouch for this and will, as it happened during a vigorous training session. But that wasn’t the point, and if this was what he was hinting at, it made her nearly throw up there and then.
it didn’t take long before the man in the mask, once more began kissing up and down her neck. The blonde catching the smell of his horrid breath in her nose. Making her belly churn, just like she always did when any smell of this man entered her presence.
But she didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to stop this man from pushing to get what he wanted, powerless to stop him. She surprised herself, when almost gently, she spoke.
“Please… Please don’t do what I think your talking about.”
She was stupid to think her pleading nicely would work, but a flicker of hope rose when he pulled away from her, his green eye’s looking at her with curiosity.
“Why Astrid, I think that might possibly be the nicest you’ve ever spoke to me, truly I’m touched.” The man in the mask said to her, his tone mocking her. His hand still gripped around her braid.
“But what I want, it’s going to happen, just accept this...”
Without her being able to reply, Mildew put his hands on the blonde’s grey shoulder armour, and without waiting a second, he surprised the blonde as he turned her body, until she was facing away from him. His arms then quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her lean, petite frame against his. His mouth then leaned in, mere millimetres away from the blonde’s ear. Warm rancid breath tickling her soft skin.
“I’ve wanted to take this body fully, longer than you could ever understand.”
Astrid heard his words, felt him against her, the blonde’s nausea raising tenfold. She racked her mind, thinking of anyway to stop him, to somehow, probably a billion to one chance, make him stop taking this course of action. Not believing what she had succumbed to, she did something she would very rarely ever do, she tried to shamefully make a deal with the enemy.
“Please… Please don’t.” Astrid said, her voice quiet, showing clear worry for a usually confident, Viking warrior. “Let me give you something else… I’ll do anything else you want but that, anything else and ill do it with a smile on my face.”
Instead of an instant reply, the only thing that happened, was the wrinkled old hands of her assailant sliding up her toned midsection until they reached her perky breast’s. The old appendages cupping them hard over her blue tunic, causing her to let out a surprised whimper.
He then replied, but it wasn’t the answer she wanted, it instead was short, and final.
“No”
Admittedly, the offer Astrid had given him intrigued him, of course it did. But it would have been fake, it wouldn’t have been any different to his experiences he had with Astrid when she thought she was dreaming. Mildew knew it wasn’t genuine, not what he really craved from the blonde, so he didn’t waiver, didn’t fall for it. Instead, he once again began squeezing her breasts hard over her tunic, her perfect, perky breasts feeling good in his hand’s, even if they where still covered in her clothing. Wanting to change that, he let go of her, his hands then reaching for the shoulder armour. Undoing them as quickly as he could before dropping the metal to the floor, the objects making a clank on the wood as they landed. Mildew then reached down, gripping the waist of her tight blue tunic, pulling it slowly up her body.
“Lift your arms up Astrid...”
The blonde couldn’t stop herself as her arms raised up in the air by their own accord, the feeling of horror never leaving whenever her body was made to move without her own permission.
Hands now in the air, the man in the mask then once more began pulling up her blue tunic. Slowly revealing her toned midriff and wrapped chest. Astrid then closed her eyes tightly as the tunic went over her head and was dropped unceremoniously to the floor beside her. And just like clockwork, she felt the old perverts’ hands began to unravel her breast binding’s until they eventually met the floor, just like her tunic had moments ago. Astrid felt a chill instantly, her eyes still closed as she once more had to try and get used to feeling of her breasts being on show to anyone but herself, even more so, once more again to this man, and not the man she loved.
“You’re a bastard, a disgusting toad of a man that I would kill in a heartbeat if I had the chance...” Astrid said, her voice almost a growl. But it seemed for naught as she then let out a sharp breath, as the old hands of her abuser reached back around her, once more grabbing her now naked mounds. His fingers pinching at her hardening nipples.
“You’ve got the best tit’s I’ve ever seen whore...”
Astrid couldn’t stop a shiver at her abuser’s words as he whispered in her ear. Each time something happened, each time she gave a reaction and got any satisfaction from what this man did to her made the blonde shield maiden hate herself more and more. The feeling was made worse as he began kissing at her neck once more. His beard tickling her skin, the long rough beard one of the only things she knew he had from some time ago. Though she had never seen it, the mask stopping her from doing so, even when he had it off.
“Stop this...”
Mildew rolled his eyes at her words, getting tired of her resistance. But it didn’t stop him as he continued for a few moments to grope and paw at Astrid’s breasts. Enjoying every second he felt her naked skin on the palm of his hands. He let himself play a little while longer, loving the sharp breaths the blonde seemed to continuously take from his movements as he molested her. The old man hadn’t made progress with the blonde the way he had wanted, but what he didn’t realise was he had, having chipped away slightly at her, not to the extent he hoped but to a point she hated herself for getting enjoyment from his action’s. Questioning every feeling and thought as things happened to her.
Eventually he stopped, slowly releasing her chest, he moved his wrinkled old hands once again down her mid-section, his hands now reaching for her skull covered belt. Undoing it, he was then able to pull the brown leather skirt she was wearing down slightly, enough so that it dropped over and down her toned ass and legs, pooling on the floor around her ankles and boots. Leaving her standing in only her blue tights that clung to her figure and the fur boots that adorned her feet.
Astrid wanted to keep calling him names, threatening his life, in fact she wanted nothing more then to take his life. But she was trapped, and she knew it, so she tried to do her best not to react. Telling herself this situation wasn’t her fault… but it felt like it, for reasons she didn’t know it still felt like this was all her fault. Somehow the thought that maybe he was right, maybe she was a whore, and this is what happened to whores. But she shook it off, vowing to stay strong as his hands once more reached around her waist and up onto her breast’s, the old worn-out hands squeezing and groping at them once more. Her nipples now solid and standing to attention, and when he placed his crutch against her tights covered rear, she felt the tell-tale signs of him standing to attention as well. But one more thing arose as he played with her tit’s, his cock hardening against her… It was the unwanted heat that was beginning to gather between her leg’s. She could merely mutter inwardly about one thing; it seemed her tagline in every session this horrible man made her endure. WHATS WRONG WITH ME?
“Gods, you don’t know how long I’ve fantasied about this moment, over and over again.” The old man growled lustfully into the blonde’s ear. Loving the feel of her breasts in his grasp, he knew it was time to move this along.
“Step out of your skirt, and move your whore ass onto the bed and lay on your back...”
Astrid felt it straight away, as the power the man in the mask had over her kicked into gear. The blonde’s boot covered feet stepping out and away from the skirt. Not being able to stop herself, the half-naked shield Maiden made her way across the cabin floor, the old wood creaking as she slowly, nervously approached the bed.
Reaching the old wooden bear skin covered bed, the blonde couldn’t stop her body as she climbed on, the man in the masks commands unbreakable as she turned onto her back like he said and laid, her blue eye’s staring up at the cracked, weather damaged wood of the old cabins. Her mind running a mile a minute, her normally steely nerves rattled to the core. This couldn’t be it, not like this, it wasn’t how this moment was meant to happen.
Mildew looked on as Astrid, the real, non-dream tranced Astrid laid sprawled out across the bed for him. His obsession, his toy, his whore ready for him to take. The old man licked his cracked old lips, his tongue running between the gaps in his yellowed teeth. He wasn’t going to try anything extravagant the first time. His little harlot was a virgin after all, he would need to break her in, show her the ropes so to speak.
But before he jumped right in and plunged his now rock-hard cock into the plump cunt of hers, he knew he needed to get her ‘ready’ for him. After all, this wasn’t how he imagined his plan going, he wanted her broken and willing before he took her cunt, but plans change. One thing was for sure, he needed the blonde to enjoy it just as much as he knew he would. With that in mind, he himself followed her towards the bed, stopping at the end of it as he looked down at the blonde who was staring up at the ceiling, her face anything but happy.
Ignoring that, Mildew then leaned over the bed, the blonde looking up at him as he moved.
“Don’t do this you bastard, making me suck on that thing between your leg’s. Having you spank me, finger me, and put that dirty mouth on me. Isn’t that enough?” Astrid spat, breathing heavy as her anxiousness only heightened.
Her words continued to have no effect, as the man in the mask, unknown to her to be none other then the most hated man on Berk, Mildew. Reached down, pulling her right boot off, flinging it to the floor before doing the same to her left. Her bare, petite feet now on show as the withered hands of her attacker then leaned over once more, this time reaching for the waist of her tights. She couldn’t move from him, attempt to kick him off, the blonde Viking was merely powerless as he began to pull her tights down her leg’s.
More and more of her creamy white skin showed, until the tights were pulled over her legs and followed by her feet. And just like all the of her other items of clothing, they were chucked onto the floor as if they meant nothing. Leaving her only in her hand wraps and brown headband. She instantly pushed her legs together, never liking it when her pussy was on show to this horrid thing that was meant to be a man. Her eyes looked up at the man in the mask, his gaze firmly down between her leg’s.
“Don’t try and resist me Astrid...” Mildew commanded; his gaze fixated down at the cunt of his obsession. It was perfection, her pussy puffy with fair hair around her slit, framing it, a slight glisten at her entrance. He had been with enough women; in fact, he had been married three times. But nothing, in this old mans life compared to what Astrid Hofferson had between her leg’s.
Getting down onto his knees at the end of the bed, Mildew then reached forward, the old pervert grabbing Astrid’s leg’s, pulling her further down towards him.
“Spread your legs for me my little whore...”
Astrid fought not to, but it was to no avail as she opened her legs for her attacker. Her pussy lips spreading ever so slightly as she presented it to him.
“Let’s get you nice and ready for me...” Mildew said, lust in his voice as he reached his arms under her knees. His hands wrapping around her strong thighs, pulling them forward as he forced her slender legs over his shoulder, Bringing her entrance within inches of his face. He wasted no time, desperate for another taste of the blonde as he began kissing her entrance, groaning when her aroma drifted into his nose.
Astrid looked anywhere but down, as she felt the bearded lips of the disgusting man in the mask being peppered over her most private of areas. She tried to ignore it, tried to imagine she was anywhere but here, but it became much harder when she felt the slippery tongue of her assailant begin to run up and down her slit. She couldn’t like it, didn’t like it, no matter what her body told her as brief tendrils of pleasure run through her.
Trying to picture Hiccup, picture they life they would make together Astrid kept forcing herself to remember the guilt, and sickness she felt at her situation. But when she heard his groaning below her, murmuring about how good her whore pussy felt. As he began to sniff her like a dog on heat, as his slippery tongue then found its way inside her… Her mind began betraying her, and she didn’t know why. Memories of her getting spanked, the man telling her repeatedly she was a whore, the guilty enjoyment she had gotten… it seemed to overtake any thought of Hiccup and that horrified her, no matter how hard she tried to block it out. But she couldn’t, neither could she stop herself from letting out low, shaky breaths at his movements.
Mildew began to kiss, suck, lick and almost slobber all over her cunt like he was never going to get the chance again. She tasted so good as his tongue moved in and out of her pussy, the girl’s juice’s coating his welcoming lips. He could hear her breathing becoming quicker, her thighs tightening slightly under his grip. One thing he had come to know, for quite some time, was no matter how much his whore hated him, he could always get her off with his mouth.
Astrid stared up at the dreary ceiling once more, her wrapped hands gripping the bear skin rug below her, her grip incredibly tight. You’re not a whore Astrid… the blonde told herself, trying to reassure her own brain, but as she lies, leg’s trapsed over the shoulders of her abuser it was harder and harder to do. The pleasure began mounting as his tongue and mouth never stopped moving, he then surprised her, his movements fast and precise as he changed up his tactic. His mouth latching onto her now swollen clit, but that wasn’t all as he moved her body, his right hand coming off her thigh as he without waiting slipped two of his old, wrinkled fingers into her tight waiting pussy.
“F….” Astrid groaned out, biting her lip, trying to not give him the satisfaction but he seemed to pay no mind as he merely continued his work between her leg’s.
It wasn’t long before her body betrayed her even more, as everything began to coil, she knew from past experiences that an orgasm was building and coming along rapidly. So, Astrid did everything she could to fight it down, told herself not to give in, try and keep what little pride she seemed to have these days. But as he began to swirl his tongue around her clit, his fingers bending upwards inside her, she knew it was impossible as her body tightened, and she moved closer and closer until…
But something happened, just as she was about to be forced over the edge by her rapist, he stopped, pulling away from her pulsating pussy. She was relieved, and yet that nagging voice in her head, not to mention her body wished he had gone on just that little bit longer. What she didn’t realise, was he was merely warming her up for his next move.
Mildew smirked, his cock throbbing, hard as a rock as the taste of Astrid covered his mouth. He knew she was about to go; knew he was about to get his whore off. But he wanted her worked up, wet and ready for something much better. The old pervert had to admit, nerves finally hit him slightly, this was it, something he had pleasured himself to the thought of on more occasions than he could count.
Astrid watched, breathing heavy, her breasts moving up and down as she lay naked across the hard, uncomfortable wooden bed as the man in the mask let go of her completely, this time climbing to his feet. His tall frame staring down at her, dwarfing her. She then watched, alarm bells ringing as he began removing his clothing. First the top half, the black uniform she was so used to him wearing vanished and much to her horror revealed an old, wrinkled scar covered torso, along with an emerald dangling from his neck on a chain. Something felt familiar about the dirty torso of this man, he was hideous and yet she didn’t know why, it sent of shiver of welcome familiarity up her body. Her mind not being able to put together the dreams of Mildew she had been having, and the man in front of her. His commands unknown to her wouldn’t let her.
But it did do one thing, it made her instantly rule out a lot of suspects Berk, her attacker was old, incredibly so not to mention rake thin. And the realisation made her feel even more ashamed.
But she didn’t have enough time to ponder that, as the mystery old pervert, then removed his boot’s, even from her position, the smell was obvious. But what followed, was his tattered, dirty trousers, and as they were removed. A piece of his body she had unfortunately become acquainted too sprang out, throbbing, thick and incredibly angry looking.
Mildew smirked down at Astrid as he watched her eyes widen slightly when his cock came out, no matter what, the sight always seemed to cause her discomfort. Walking towards the edge of the bed again, the now naked old man began rubbing his cock at the sight of the sprawled out blonde beauty. The time was now, and he was going to savour the moment.
“This is a moment you’ll never forget in your life, my pretty blonde slave...”
Astrid knew what was coming as he got onto the bed, the blonde shuffling back slightly. She had to try and somehow reason with him, her stomach dropping, her heartbeat going through the roof.
“Please don’t, just please don’t do this, if there’s any goodness in your heart...” The eighteen-year-old pleaded as unknown to her, Mildew climbed on top of her, positioning his old, wrinkled body between her slender leg’s.
“Relax whore, this has to happen...” Mildew replied, unfazed by her pleading, only one thing on his perverted mind as he placed one hand beside her head, her golden locks stroking the side of his fingers. The wooden bed creaked as he then reached down with his other hand, grabbing his rock-hard cock.
Guiding the bulbous thick head of his member with his hand, he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her moist slick entrance. The movement alone made the old man shudder in anticipation. Looking down, he saw Astrid was trying to calm herself, her eyes closed shut but he didn’t care.
Astrid didn’t know what to do, she could only apologize inwardly to the man she loved as the mystery dirty old man rubbed his cock against her cunt. She had to accept it, and all she could do was brace herself and hope for some divine intervention from Odin himself would happen to stop it.
But then it happened, as Mildew’s cock finally pushed forward, slowly entering the virgin cunt of Astrid Hofferson.
Astrid gritted her teeth, a searing pain running through her most private of areas as the old man’s cock began to stretch her incredibly tight entrance. She wouldn’t show him the satisfaction of the pain he was causing as he took her womanhood for his own. She was a prideful Viking, and she didn’t want him to know how painful it was.
THOR!!! Mildew moaned inwardly as he penetrated Astrid’s slit for the first time. He had to keep it together as he felt Astrid’s tight pussy slowly allow him in. His cock beginning to stretch her soaked cunt as he pushed inch after inch of his large cock inside her. He didn’t know how he hadn’t cum right then and there, as he had never felt something so tight, so warm that hugged and pulsated around his cock like she was right now. He had expected something amazing; he was obsessed with her after all, and she looked like a blonde Valkyrie, but this blew even his expectations out of the water.
Trying to hold himself together, he looked down at the blonde her eyes still shut tight. He could tell she was in pain, her jaw was gritted, and he could hear her breathing heavy breaths out of her nostrils.
As he got about four inches in, he then leant forward, his body going flush against hers, her perfect breasts against his old, wrinkled skin. Placing his bearded horrid mouth against the beautiful Vikings ear, he breathed a heavy, warm breath.
“I’ve waited for this moment, for so long Astrid…” Mildew whispered, using her real name and not his usual whore title to really drill home how long he had wanted to fuck her.
“So very long...”
As he spoke those words the old pervert then pushed more of his cock in, causing an almost silent strangled cry to slip from the blonde’s lips. More and more of his cock slowly entered her, until eventually Mildew had every inch inside of the now, non-virgin Astrid.
Astrid was in pain as the huge member belonging to man in the mask stretched her cunt out, she could feel every inch of him inside her, it was too much.
“It’s too big...” Astrid stuttered out, her voice trembling, hoping he would pull out there and then. But she knew that was a mere pipe dream.
“Don’t worry...” Mildew said, breathing heavy in her ear as he slowly began to move inside her. “It’ll be your best friend soon…”
She highly doubted his words as the old man began to slowly move his hips back and forth, his cock slipping in and out. Each moment felt like an eternity for her.
It was like that for a while, the old man thrusting at a gentle pace and speed, trying to acclimatise her pussy to having something inside it, let alone something as long and thick as his penis. The old and young bodies of the strange pairing connecting, one unwanted and one very much so. As the wind outside blew, the fire inside roared from the pit and the bed creaked from every movement.
Mildew could eventually feel it, her sweet, tight pussy began to adapt to him properly, allowing him to move just that bit more freely. He could feel her wetness coating his cock more and more by the second with every movement he made. It felt so fucking good, he swore to Odin he would be thankful for the creation of this girl every day as he began to put a little more pace to, he thrusts. Growling in her ear, like a crazed man Mildew began speaking to his obsession as he began to fuck her.
“Your pussy…. Gods your fucking pussy is so fucking good and it’s all mine… You fucking whore!!!”
Astrid was still in pain, but as the moments passed, it began to slightly diminish, her cunt seemingly adapting to the movements of her bastard rapist. Her big blue eyes opened slightly, her mouth gritting less as he began slipping his cock in and out of her at a quicker pace all the while she stared up at the battered ceiling of this horrid cabin. But then he started to talk, well more like an animalistic growl in her ear, and it that moment, not that she would ever admit it or show it, the words turned her on, she could almost feel her unexperienced pussy pulsating around his thick cock as he spoke. How could I ever feel this?? She asked herself. Guilt ridden and horrified as she lay there, her knees up slightly and feet planted on the bed as she was fucked for the first time in her life.
But she had little time to think, as the elderly man’s wrinkled body began moving with even more purpose, even more franticly. And much to her horror she couldn’t help herself when she moaned out in pleasure against her will as he thrust down much harder, her soaked cunt taking every inch of his thickness in. The feeling of his large, old balls slapping against her making the feeling even more prominent.
When he heard her moan, he nearly tipped over the edge himself, the noise like music to his ear’s. It spurred him on, as he held back from Cumming, his balls already tightening slightly, begging to unload into her. But instead, he continued to thrust, in and out, in and out, her tightness hugging him like vice grip sending bolts of euphoric pleasure through his body. Wrapping his arms under her slightly, he continued to writhe a top of her, pumping into her, hard, fast. He could hear her breathing more and more, he knew that sign, she wasn’t the loudest, but he could tell, he knew she wasn’t far off.
Astrid grimaced briefly, horrified at herself as she felt the signs of an impending orgasm. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t come from this man using her body like this!! She wasn’t a whore!! But thoughts like that seemed almost pointless as the feeling didn’t go, instead it seemed to only heighten. She could hear the bed creaking below her, the smell of sex in the air, the old pervert grunting in pleasure in her ear and worst of all, she could hear the noise her incredibly wet pussy was making with each of his movement’s. Hiccup and the people of Berk were an almost distant memory in that moment, all that mattered was her attempts at trying to stop herself feeling what she was but each time it was to no avail. Her breathing was rapid, gasped moans slipped out as he entered her again and again.
She knew she couldn’t stop it, as the pleasure built more and more… and for that moment, the blonde once again, much like when he had been attacking her pussy with his horrid mouth, didn’t want it to stop.
“Hiccup will never fuck you like this whore… your mine, your fucking MINE!!”
She heard his words, and it was too much, as the heat in her core burned hot, her insides coiling as her pussy started to spasm. Biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, Astrid on instinct placed her hands on the old mans back, digging in as hard as she could to try and stop herself crying out as the most intense Orgasm of her short life rocked through her body. She couldn’t stop herself though as a loud groan escaped her lips as she held her old rapist as tightly as she could, her body shaking around him. Not even noticing that he used Hiccup’s name…. but the moment was about to get even more intense for the blonde as a loud grunt then slipped from the old man’s lips as well.
As soon as he felt her come undone, felt her pussy pulsate and throb around his cock, her body shaking under him as his dick was coated in her essence. It was too much for the old man, as the orgasm he had been holding back for quite some time hit him hard as well. His old bones shuddering as he began unloading load after load of his seed inside her. Filling her with years of want and need finally being realised.
Astrid could feel it, as she slowly came down from her orgasm it was pushed on for longer when the old pervert above came as well. She didn’t know why, but as she felt his warm seed enter her, fill her now non virgin pussy up, the pleasure was prolonged, even heightened.
“Go…ds…” Astrid stuttered out; her voice hard to hear as her pussy continued to pulse as the masked man unloaded every drop, he had into her.
It wasn’t long after, everything slowed to a stop, both breathing heavy as the old mans cock become softer inside her. After a few moment’s he rolled off her, a smirk on his face that she couldn’t see but knew was there.
But her face? Her face was one of horror and regret as another man’s seed slowly dripped from her young pussy. The blonde once proud Viking closed her eyes and tried not to let the tear’s fall.
The only noise left, was the wind, and crackles of the fire. As unknown to Astrid Hofferson, the most hated man on Berk lay sated beside her, having taken what couldn’t ever be given back.
A/N i hope you liked that, its a weird thing trying to write someone loosing there virginity and my first time doing that i might add haha . Anyway please do comment, and heres a few key words lets see if you match them, though i wont reveal until the story does so here they are
. Marriage
.Voyeur
. pregnant
. new arrival
. war
So have a comment and have a guess lol
see you next time, Merlin
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