I Want Your Bite.

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Author: B.B. Asmodeus.

Rating: Mature/Lemon.

Pairings: Hiccup/Toothless; Camicazi/Astrid; Tuffnut/Snotlout; Eret/Stormfly; Ruffnut/Cloudjumper(and also a little Valka/Stoick, 'cause here Stoick is alive and kicking). If the other couples aren't of your taste, just jump over them.

Warnings: Explicit dragon/human /Omega/Beta 'verse. You don't like it? Then be a grown up and hit the back button.

Summary: For unknown reasons, Heats active all over Berk ahead of schedule. Chaos ensues. Cloudjumper is the only one concerned about it.

List of kinks: Yaoi/Slash, Yuri/Fem-slash, Het, Self-lubrication in male Omegas, Knotting, light Dominant/Passive roles, Biting, Oral sex, Anal sex, 69, Scissor sex, Abuse of pheromones, Dragon sex, Interspecies sex, Abuse of body fluids,Frottage, Rimming. Aaaaaand I believe that it is all for now. Okay, I lied: female ejaculation. Implications of future fpreg.

Important note: This story is a translation of my own fic "Quiero Tu Mordida" (in spanish). It's my first English translation ever so, I would apprentice the feedback. ;3 Also, if someone wants to offer as my beta, that would be awesome! Any mistakes are mine.

Timeline: This is set in a Post-HTTYD2 AU where Stoick is alive and, obviously the plot exists in A/O/B 'verse.

Another thing: If you don't know who Camicazi is, I'm seriously judging you right now. Nah, kidding, it's a character from the books, she's Hiccup's other best friend besides Fishlegs. She's a kickass and wonderful character that deserves more attention and love!

¡ENJOY!

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Pt. 3.

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"Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh

Pass the test, ta-taste the flesh."

-Simon Curtis (Flesh).

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She worshipped Astrid's legs. Soft and snow-white colored. Rarely exposed to the sun. Thin and long. Boyish, but capable of killing speeds.

Camicazi lifted one of the precious appendages, biting at the soft thigh while Astrid was straddling her Alpha's lap. Her buttocks trembled in front of Camicazi's eyes. To any outsider, they weren't much, but Camicazi preferred Astrid's compactness to big curves and filled muscles. They fit like this. Camicazi's voluptuousness clicked together with Astrid's sharp edges.

Her legs were entangled together, their pelvis intercrossed. The first thrust of hips came from the Omega, mounting Camicazi's thigh straightaway. She became the fiercest warrior in that moment, deafening howls parting from her lips, while her back arched in Camicazi's hands, aiding her lover in her pursuit for hard contact, the Alpha's own bliss getting closer and closer…

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Astrid panted the count-down, hurrying up her hip's waving rhythm. "Uuuuh, yes, I need—"

"I know what you need." And she gave it to her, injecting her fingers into her axis, just in time to give Astrid's muscles something to squeeze around with. Astrid whined, automatic movements obliging her to follow Camicazi's hand. It was hypnotic. All of her Omega was hypnotic. Her pulse covering her Alpha's fist, the distorted way Astrid's neck strained from side to side, in the middle of ecstasy. The Alpha was looking at a mythological siren, right in the middle of a storm.

Camicazi's inner predator possessed her entirely. To see all of Astrid's barriers plummeting was intoxicating. Her girl was always so insolent, struggling for being the leader in their missions, always fighting for being taken seriously. She liked to challenge everyone. Hiccup, Snotlout, the Haddocks, and for a long time, she had specifically sought out to challenge Camicazi, every step of the way.

For a long time, Astrid had been under the impression that the Bog-Burglar had hated her, unaware of the passion that Camicazi felt ablaze, whenever she witnessed the Omega's anger manifest.

It hadn't been easy. Each woman finding their way to each other hadn't been easy at all.

It hadn't been easy for Astrid to break down her personal shields, or to lower her defenses. Much less to submit to an Alpha, when the Hairy Hooligan had always yearned to be an Alpha herself. Camicazi could give her all: a home, half of her authority as the Chief's consort, the better crafted axes and the more beautiful jewels—Camicazi could spread the whole archipelago at her feet, but all that Astrid asked, was to be treated like an equal.

Bending her fist in a circular motion, she touched all of her lover's sweet points, bringing every fleshy curve and crease to life. She light up her Omega's loins from the inside. Fireworks sparked, and sinful moans rained over her. Camicazi glanced at her own middle, drenched with fluids, waiting for permission. It wanted to mark, to be freed—To create her own fireworks.

She approached her lover slowly, untangling their legs, while the pressing need to squelch the Omega's skin, drove her to change positions. She placed her bosom over Astrid's pretty ass, seating on her velvet cheeks, making good use of the fact that Astrid was already face down.

"My turn."

Astrid nodded, levitating her bottom. Her profile searched desperately for a kiss, an Alpha's kiss—The major symbol of an Alpha's devotion, surpassing the passionate dance of their limbs—Camicazi pressed their lips together, claiming that mouth in an inverse direction. She captured one swollen lip lovingly, sucking it. She relished the blood from their previous bites, sharing the primitive flavor. Her hands, now free, trailed over the skin at his disposition, exposed for her benefit. She amused herself with a nipple, hardening the flushed nub with her massages.

Camicazi mounted her sweet Omega, then. She mounted her and rubbed her sex over smooth mounds.

"Bite me. Again. Bite me." Astrid cried up, their mouths still messily joint. The Alpha's thrusting increased speed. "Cami… Cami… Please."

"Here?" She bit her on the chin. Astrid shook her head. "Here?" She gave her other bite in her ear-lobe. She didn't succeed again. "…what about here?" She headed for her neck, adding another bruise to the collection. Astrid let out and underwhelm sigh, arching her torso in Camicazi's direction—a flower searching for the sun, wanting to be spoiled. "Frigg. Tell me where. Where do you want me to bite you?"

Astrid knocked back her blond head over one of Camicazi's shoulders. "…Everywhere."

With a growl Camicazi used Astrid's breasts to support herself, her pelvis losing the battle. She stroked and rubbed her sex, nailing her hips into her Omega's rear. The bed creaked. Astrid couldn't stop trashing around, whimpering her soul out of his being.

Just when the crescendo was about to hit, Camicazi released her hold on her Omega, falling on the bed at once. She dragged Astrid' head until it was flanked by her Alpha's legs. Astrid whined with complete joy, and immediately started to rub her face against her wet center. Then, it happened: Camicazi's cum sprouted out.

Astrid gathered every drop of her Alpha's liquid culmination, drinking it with her devious greedy lips. It was all she had waited for.

The power of her expulsion was so powerful, that Camicazi didn't have to worry about the appropriate angle. The target had been found. Astrid's satisficed suctions confirmed it.

It was done.

Camicazi had fulfilled her obligation.

She rested her head on the mattress, patting her concubine's fair-haired crown. She dozed for a few moments, lazily combing around. To satisficed your Omega at this level, resulted in a pinnacle more potent than any average climax. The nectar of her Alpha was the only thing that would sedate Astrid's cycle.

Eventually, her girl's flushed, heaving face peeked out of her hiding place. Her face ended up resting on Camicazi's stomach, her hands stretching towards the other viking's breasts, seeking its warm comfort.

They were silent for a little while, recovering.

Camicazi sighed, eyelids feeling heavy. A nap sounded like the best of ideas, right now…

"Next heat, I want to do it right."

Camicazi blinked. "What?"

Astrid smiled, licking her pierced navel, before continuing. "You heard me."

"No, I heard you all right." Camicazi did not understand. Her mind got blocked. "It's the understanding part that I'm having problems with."

Astrid began to slide towards her, their bodies coming in contact amid the journey. When she reached the valley of the Bog-Burglar's breasts, Astrid showered them with soft kisses. Still confused, Camicazi hardly processed the tenderness. "Astrid."

"I'm ready." Astrid interrupted her. She found protection in her Alpha's neck. "I want it."

"Seriously? Because when I arrived, you didn't look very convinced about the whole thing, and now you bring this out of nowhere— "

"I was frustrated." Astrid snuggled up to her, pressing her little nose against the Alpha's chest. Camicazi's arms went around her frame automatically. "I've being thinking about this a long time."

"Ah." Now, it was more comprehensible the other woman's suddenly home-loving attitude. If Astrid had being thinking about extending her family's number of members, her attempts at improving in the kitchen, now had real foundations. She hadn't wanted to poison her spouse, after all. Astrid's goal had merely being learning and improving. "Even so…"

"I had it all planned out—I was going to talk with you about the matter in a few days. But this… mess happened. It ruined it all. That was why I was so… pissed off. At first I thought in could be a heat's echo or some weird hormonal confusion…"

Camicazi rubbed her cheeks with Astrid's sweated forehead. "Are you sure about this? Astrid, there's no rush." They were relatively still newlyweds, and in a couple of months, Camicazi would have to return to Bog-Burglar's Islands to be consolidated as its formal leader. Astrid still hadn't informed her of her decision to go with her. They hadn't spoken about the subject yet. "We can wait."

"I don't want to wait." Astrid put her fingers under the chin of her spouse, lifting her face to culminate in a lax kiss. "I want a baby. And when we arrive to our new home… I want give you a family."

Camicazi growled, in the presence of the unexpected blow of emotions. Her Alpha's senses vibrated with cheer. A family. Her own clan. She felt rejuvenated, with just imagining it. She jumped on top of Astrid, sinking her against the bed, and laughter invaded the bedroom. Astrid's legs went round her waist, giggling at her Alpha's tickling fingers.

Camicazi hugged Hofferson's small dimensions. They would change. Soon, Astrid's body would change completely. Her belly would swell; her breast's mass would dilate. Her spicy pheromones would adopt another scent. And it would blind the Alpha with biological commands of eternal vigil and protection.

Camicazi bit the shoulder that had received the first imprint. She bit it, like Astrid had asked, and the mirth soon transformed into moans. Camicazi bit her clavicle, her nipples, the spirals of her ribs. She even bit the top of her nose, licking from it vestiges of her Alpha's expulsion. Such a beautiful face. By the Gods, how Camicazi wanted her. Her hands encircled the roundness of Astrid's cheekbones, looking at her Omega with adoration.

Her mother had protested, in a countless occasions, that Hofferson was going to be a failure as consort. It wasn't a surprising reaction, because with that temper, Astrid usually earned more enemies than allies, most of the times.

Too scrawny, Bertha had qualified her, grimacing. Scrawny Omegas are no good at giving birth.

"So, next time you want me to do right, eh?" They kissed open-mouthed, their tongues heating up a new duel. Astrid tightened up her legs, her hands buried in Camicazi's short hair. Unlike Astrid's straight texture, Camicazi's golden curls were a rebel mop, and Astrid loved them. "Explain it to me, smartass: What exactly doing it right implies?" She finished the kiss with a lifted eyebrow. Astrid's bare toes caressed her thigh with provocation, both pair of legs loosening and contracting.

"You'd never… done it before?"

Camicazi shook her head. Her past conquests weren't a secret. Omegas, Betas and even other Alphas, Camicazi had tasted them all. "One time, almost… But, no. Never." Between Alphas it could be a game, both conscious that a product would never be produced. A power game. "It will be the first time that I do this…" She intercrossed their sexes again, trembling sighs blowing from Astrid's lips, at the parody of their future union. Camicazi pressed their axes, until not a centimeter of distance wer separated them. Astrid groaned. "It will be the first time that I take my Omega… to fill her completely."

"Yes—it's what I want."

Their throbbing middles kissed, two types of serums mixing with rebounded desire. "I'll give you what you want, Astrid. You know it—I'll always give you what you want." Even though, she made it hard for her Omega to get it. She made her work for it. Camicazi didn't give in to Astrid's whims, so easily.

However, this desire would be a great exception. The next heat, she'll take her wife on the first mouthful of her pheromones, no matter where they would be. She would bite her, mounts her, and plug her up.

"Only—I only want you, Cami."

Camicazi lunged on, thrusting. She snarled. Then she lowered herself until she had Astrid's rosy folds in front of her noses. She opened them up, and sucked.

She paused. She smiled.

When she rearranged her body in such a way that her center was received by the mouth of her Omega, both moaned at the same compass. Astrid sunk herself in her flavor, in her medicine, surely imagining all that nectar invading her, since now.

-Soon. She promised, staring down at Astrid's twitching opening. –Soon.

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The table wouldn't resist much longer.

Tuffnut moaned whenever he felt his Alpha slide inside. It was so delicious. Tuffnut could do this, infinitely. Only this mattered: his hips ascending and descending, his hands clinging to Snotlout's fortified chest, his dreadlocks being pulled when a kiss was demanded. Moaning, when Tuffnut's nirvana felt almost at his reach. "Nnnnnnng."

Snotlout panted a dizzy "Huh?" his eyes never sliding away from the creature above him. He was holding Tuffnut's hips in perpetual support, feeding on his Omega's thrusts. "Want me to be on top of you, again?"

Tuffnut moaned in negative, hurrying their rhythm. "Knnnnnng. Knooooooooot."

Snotlout moaned along with him. He got up from the table just enough to sit on it, sheltering the blond's buttocks. "Uuuuh, damn it, Tuff! You're just as tight as the first time—Uuuugh. Frigg, you feel it?"

Assenting, the viking secured himself on Snotlout's shoulders. His collar bounced back and forth, with the force of their thrusting. "Ugh! It's so big. I almost… Almost…" Snotlout surprised him, leaving the table entirely, with him in his arms. Tuff scarcely had time to hug the waist of the Alpha with his legs. Snotlout took them towards the nearest wall, flattening Tuffnut against hard wood. He opened his Omega in every sense of the word, parting his gold-haired legs. Snotlout's pelvis buried itself to the root, his face snarling and heaving. "Yeah, yeah, right there. Ah, don't stop! Oh, oh, oh, it's coming, uuuuuh—so big, Snotlout."

It was enormous.

The knot grew, grew, and grew, stretching inner walls of velvet warm, each time, with more persistence. In the beginning, it would always feel like that Tuffnut wouldn't bear it—He would doubt for a second—but then he'd curse the Gods, and would simply accept the reality.

Like now.

His body was impaled with a final attack, the knot inflating and blocking release. Snotlout twisted his hips in circled motions, almost howling, relishing at the pressure. He bit Tuffnut's lower lip savagely, his chin, his biceps when reached them. He bit his extended neck, when Tuffnut hit head head against the wall, the density of the knot setting off his orgasm like a Zippleback's explosion.

Snotlout took his weeping member, helping his Omega to empty himself, soft caresses working with expertise. Tuffnut sobbed. It was too much.

"You won't be able to sit right… in a week."

Tuffnut assented to the roof.

His nipple was teased, Snotlout's tongue acting like a spongy viper. His piercing felt the sharp pull of suction. Tuffnut gasped. His Alpha's hips were unrelenting, surging non-stop. "Oh, maaaan! Feels like—like you're gonna split me in two."

More suction, now his lips dragging over his pulse. A whisper followed, for Tuffnut's ears only, imprinting Tuffnut's skin only. "I'd never do that. I wouldn't hurt you like that."

The younger Thorston swallowed, hard. He got drunk just from hearing something like that. "Kiss me. Come on, kiss me."

Snotlout kissed just like he made love: brutally. He didn't ask permission, didn't hold back. The filthier, the better. Their tongues struggled for dominion, not caring who won or lost. Their faces searched for new angles. Saliva run down the corners of their mouths—each inner corner and tooth, conquered. Tuffnut whined at the sensation of true fullness.

Snotlout was inside him, at every inch of his being.

He had Snotlout covering him, from head to toe.

Without breaking their kisses, his Alpha carried him to a new direction, the change of position earning new appreciation for Snotlout's knot. Tuffnut could only tighten his extremities in reaction.

His lover's palms caressed his back, warm. They protected him when Tuffnut was lowered down on the bed, breaking the fall.

Both looked at each other, their noses touching, frozen in the imminent peak. Tuffnut witnessed the moment when his Alpha broke down completely, his eyelids falling with sweet pleasure. Snotlout rubbed their joined noses. He bit his own lower lip, while lava invaded Tuffnut's innards, the knot finally exploding.

Speaking wasn't necessary. It wasn't their style. Snotlout's eyes wore his heart in his pupils. Tuffnut curled up their faces, receiving everything coming from the Alpha.

Absolutely everything.

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To be continued…

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AN: Ugh, sorry about the delay, really. Thank for the hits and your reviews! n.n Hope you liked this!

Nordic Translations:

Frigg: Dear one, beloved.