Hiccup rolls over, lazily whipping his arm over to the other side of the bed. Initially, finding nothing, his arm creeps over the disheveled bed, searching for the familiar curves of Astrid under the furs. His arms feel the fuzz of the top cover fur, still lukewarm from a recent body.

Lifting his head lackadaisically, his eyes brush over the empty side of the bed, then over the dim midnight room.

Still groggy, he lets his head plop back into the pillows, still slothfully groping at the sheets.

Sleep fades in and out over a few minutes.

Silence is broken by creaking boards as Astrid reaches the top step and begins pacing back towards the warmth of the bed. She catches Hiccup's arm in the covers as she lifts the sheets and begins slipping into the bed again. Hiccup stirs.

Under the covers, Hiccup's eyes light up as he recognizes Astrid's return. Stretching, wrapping his arm around her and moving his head up the pillow, he groggily asks where she disappeared to.

"I was thirsty," Astrid responds simply, turning into his affection as she responds.

Hiccup draws his fingers through her hair gently, "I missed you."

She snorts humorously, "I got a drink in the middle of the night, I didn't venture over the horizon for a month there, Babe." A gentle grin spreads over her face in the dark.

Hiccup buries his face into his pillow momentarily before turning back to her with a tender blush hidden in the gloom, "Yeah, so? I still missed you."

He feels her leg slip between his calves, pushing through to wrap their legs together. Her body nuzzles up against him.

"You're funny."

"You're Freyan."

Astrid chuckles shortly, "Oh?"

Hiccup touches his forehead to hers, followed by his body against hers.

Hiccup presses his head against her, levering downward to touch their lips together. They enjoy the warm, tender moment to themselves, sheltered in their private solitude by the cool dark night and homey wooden cabin.

An even, steady rumble groans from Hiccup's throat as Hiccup drops his restraints. His pressure against her body grows, gently pushing her onto her back in a smooth motion.

"Ohhh…" Astrid's smile warms quickly as Hiccup looks into her eye with an anticipatory grin. Their legs unwind and hers drop aside, openly inviting his advance.

Hiccup drops his head into the crook between her neck and shoulder, tenderly kissing her collar bone as he presses himself to her once more. Astrid's head rolls around on the pillow as she feels warm streaks race over her body.

With his head still buried in her neck, Hiccup swats away the furs with half-minded arm waves. Astrid's fingers creep over his exposed back as the mild air of the room mingles with the heat generated by the couple.

Quiet coos begin to creep from Astrid's lips as his lips trace delicate kisses from her collar down to her chest, eventually biting against the fabric wrapping covering her breasts. He shakes his head in a dramatic transition from the intimate delicacy to an animalistic playfulness, teasing away the fitness covering her from his lust.

Astrid arches her back upwards, granting him easy access to strip away the cloth.

Breasts exposed; Hiccup flashes a grin up at her before burying his head between her supple breasts. Astrid drops back to the bed with a laugh as Hiccup's hair becomes a blurry mess rubbing over her chest. Hiccup's hand slip under her back again, sliding upwards until meeting a bed-ridden clump of blonde hair.

A gruff fist clutches her strands as his second continues up to her head, eventually grasping a new clump of hair and pulling downward to arch her back once again. Astrid's chest flexes into Hiccup's face and her back raises from the bed; her head craning backwards as Hiccup latches himself to her left breast. Drool rapidly soaks over her chest, dripping toward her centerline and down her stomach as Hiccup's lips and tongue caress her tender tissues.

Without care, Hiccup drags his face over her breast, across her chest to her right breast and continues his wet escapade while gradually releasing his iron grip on her hair. His hands flow downward to her back like his drool and press upward against her back to keep her chest to his face.

Astrid's legs hook around Hiccup's side as his tongue circles her areola in slow, deliberate circles. Teeth gently scrape over her nipple as he glances upward, barely catching eye contact for a moment before she bucks her hips into him.

Hiccup responds immediately; a rough, edgy bite sucking her breast into his mouth with a lustful haste. Astrid chirps loudly and a mild spasm shoots through her body. Her chirp quickly settles into a moan while her body flexes against Hiccup's wet affection.

His left arm departs her back and palms her breast, squeezing her full, fleshy, wet tissue with gusto. The other arm remains against her back, snuggly pressed to her spine as subtle rousing influence. Hiccup pulls on her breast by sucking hard over the whole of her breast and craning his neck backwards.

Astrid groans loudly again. Her flawless nails scrape against the bed spread as her muscles tense and body begins furtively itching.

Hiccup swaps breasts, ambitiously cupping her right breast with his right hand and engulfing her left with his mouth. His body scrunches against her, catching her legs with his own and walking them up until her legs fold under his shoulders.

A long, slobbery draw of his tongue streams down her chest. Kisses interrupt his tongue tracing over her sensitive skin. Down. Down. A teasing circle of his tongue stirs around her belly button. Astrid's abs contract suddenly as a giggle rapidly sprouts from her lips.

"Aha! St- Stop!" her legs contract against his sides, "That tickles!" A warm flush wraps her waist and another dose of fluids begin to soak her lower bindings.

Hiccup's tongue circles twice more, barely holding back a grin before resuming following the river of saliva downward. His movement slows progressively as he gets closer to her valley.

With each minute step closer, he closes her legs closer between them. Her legs folded together, he pushes her knees up to her chest and crawls over top of her. His forehead delicately touches against hers before joining their lips.

A quiet, tender moment passes through the room in absolute silence as their lips form a single pair. His hands wait a joyful moment before running down her side to the remaining bindings.

Keeping her legs folded and pressed against her wet chest, Hiccup slowly works the bindings up her legs, over her knees, then whisks them from her feet across the room before wrapping his arms around her back and holding her tightly to him.

Hiccup presses his restrained, throbbing mass against her exposed valley.

Astrid's hair rubs against the pillow as she tilts her head back, eyes rolling in anticipation.

A whimper escapes her throat, parting her lips briefly.

"Babe. Babe! Just give me.." Astrid pleads with heated prospect.

Hiccup grins back at her with a wild satisfaction, "What if I don't want to?"

She responds with a huff and shoves him backward with a thrust of her legs.

"Hey!" Hiccup responds in a huff.

Astrid sits up in a flash, but Hiccup is already returning before she has a chance to jump him. His hands shoot to her hips and pull her forward, undercutting her momentum and dropping her back to the bed in a blonde puff of hair and a quick yelp of surprise. He wraps his arms around her waist and leans backward, pulling her hips to his lips and parting her legs with his head.

His tongue slithers inside.

Astrid's forward resolve dissolves into audible groans. Her tension relaxes as Hiccup dips his head forward, advancing his tongue deeper into her warm, wet alley.

Up and down, his tongue wriggles until his lips contact hers, sealing the kiss. His eyes flash upward, looking downward over her chest, barely seeing her head gently rolling around and eye lids fluttering in response to his affections.

His hands break from their grip around her waist and grasp her breasts with two full palms. A firm squeeze covets a penetrating push, stretching his tongue to its limit in an attempt to fondle her inner sanctum.

Astrid flexes into him; tension in his neck and jaw quickly growing to a burning pain as he struggles to keep the extension and rhythm consistent against her reflexes.

Her arms flop against the bed with absent attentions, loosely gripping whatever contacts her fingers before finally flashing to his head as Hiccup strokes a nerve. Fingers burrow into his hair and steer his head side to side against her walls in a lustful fury.

His hands pulse-grip her breasts in short bursts, stuttered with slow, massaging motions to edge up the tides within her body. Her body begins to fall to the left, her mind finally losing grip on her orientations.

He withdraws quickly, takes a deep breath that expands his chest against her lower back and plunges his tongue back inside, sealing the breach with his lips and begins wildly painting his tongue around inside her.

A hand briefly slides down her wet skin to rub against the small bundle of nerves touching his nose. His hand twists around her breast, turning white as he coordinates a top-down assault on her senses with his other hand and a bottom-up approach with his tongue, lips, and nose.

Astrid's body shoots upwards into a bridge resting on their heads, followed by a loud yelp echoing minutely off the wooden walls of the bedroom.

"Don't.. stop!" Astrid pants breathlessly.

Hiccup charges forward, knowing he is on the edge of casting her off on the winds of ecstasy. He pushes himself, burrowing his tongue deeper into his woman in a dizzying haste, ignoring the burning pain retorting his actions. Another twist of her breast follows.

And her legs collapse around his skull in a vice grip as her brain erupts in a contradictory scream of chemicals and electricity.

Hiccup feels her legs seize against his head, but certainly fails to see the awkward angle of her neck as she involuntarily flexes in response to the climax Hiccup is at fault for. His eyes see nothing beyond the closed eyelids protecting him from her shuddering body.

His arms snake around her, slowly squeezing down her body like a constrictor, squeezing the juices from her into his awaiting mouth. An artificial cold, followed by chills and shivers sweep in behind his arms as the euphoria chaotically sweeps around her body.

He feels the wetness of his mouth flooded out by the surge of fluids from her cum. Hiccup lets himself fall backward, assisting in lapping up the fluids flowing from Astrid's shivering body as he warmly runs his mouth back and forth over her taught lips and the loosening grip of her thighs around his head.

A shallow breath breaches Astrid's throat, quickly growing to a sharp inhale and a renewed life as her eyes flutter open. Hiccup notices her consciousness as her body drops against his and her head peeks over her chest to look over at him.

He catches eye contact and deliberately takes a long, wide lick up her valley in response. She chirps a quick laugh, tossing her head back in enjoyment of the pleasurable warmth of his tongue over her sensitive rift. His lips smack together like tasting a delectable yak stew before grinning widely at her.

Astrid responds with a silent smile.

Gathering herself, she plants her arms behind her and drags herself from his support. A 180 follows her movement, crawling forward to draw her hair along his legs toward his waist. Her arms cross over his legs and settle aside him.

With a careful calculation, a few scattered kisses dot their way up his waist and past his chest until she again supports herself on his body – this time chest to chest, blue to green. Hiccup's hands catch her waist as she pushes a kiss to his lips.

Slowly, silently her legs creep up until she can rest on her shins.

But, unlike the plan, Hiccup notices her hands disappear from the bedspread and delicately lace around his undergarments. He begins sitting up rapidly but slows as Astrid resists him.

He lets her grope him though the cloth as their lips connect again – merely a loving distraction. Astrid's eyes squint briefly as Hiccup's grin breaks the kiss.

Continuing with some wary, her fingers grip the cloth and coax it down his legs. Hiccup is forthcoming enough not to rouse her caution until he sees the white blur of cloth skirt away from the bed to the floor.

Then, in a sudden spring, Hiccup loudly murmurs, "Nope! Nice try, Babe. But I am not done with you yet!" and Astrid suddenly finds herself with her back to the bedsheets once again and Hiccup clambered over top of her.

His sudden move and firm grip catch her off guard long enough for Hiccup to fold her legs to her chest once more. Another swift movement captures her with his elbows to her shoulders, fingers laced together over the top of her head, and his chest holding her legs to hers in a loving human cage.

Astrid sneers at him, but the disapproval only lasts the moment before Hiccup plunges his full mass into her wet crux.

A whimper falls from her lips as he feels himself fully engulfed in her warm walls down the full length of his shaft. He eases the last cells inside, then quickly pulls away and plunges back in again.

His brace to her shoulders and around her head tightens as he begins furiously pounding his woman into the bed sheets. Astrid's eyes squeeze shut and shoot open as Hiccup once again sheers away every shred of consciousness.

Between the humps, Hiccup gently attempts to touch his forehead to hers. Astrid only partly notices his tender kiss, her lips remaining lax as her mind is torn in multiple directions by the swamping discharges occurring behind her blue eyes. She chokes up and her legs relax against her chest as another surge builds up and crashes over her dam.

Fluids coarse around Hiccup's shaft as he pressures his shaft into her shuddering walls.

A long whiney whimper bubbles from her lips as Hiccup continually crashes into her as fast and full as he can muster. Her chest slowly collapses as her wind escapes through her joyous mewls.

Hiccup encroaches on this new territory, pressing himself and her legs closer to her chest as she releases.

Her eyes flutter as his pace slows and her climax begins dissipating. The fuzzy mass of brown hair blinks into view as her eyes fix on his. Gracefully acknowledging the contact, Hiccup dips his head again to greet lips. A hand brushes through his hair.

A quiet moment passes after their lips part and she continues to muse with his hair.

"You can clean me off now, if you like." Hiccup breaks the silence by partly returning to her pre-interruption plan.

Astrid puckers her lips and gives a moderate chuckle, "Oh? Now I can?"

"I had my way," Hiccup answers with a wry grin.

Astrid unfolds her legs as Hiccup backs away. He flops down behind himself and watches Astrid creep over to him with renewed interest.

With a quick opportunistic grope, Hiccup cops a feel over her breast before she lays on top of him and plays with his hair again.

"So, does that mean I get to have my way now?" Astrid asks, rocking her hips side to side over his wet cock.

Hiccup doesn't respond.

Astrid rests on her shins and glides her slick valley over his shaft with a taunting jaunt.

"Y'know, I noticed you never got off yet, Babe…" Astrid teases.

Hiccup throws his head back with a laugh, "Hah!" He flashes a finger between her legs, teasing a long draw of his index finger between her legs and raising the coated finger to show an obvious white substance to her. "You were out of it, m'Lady. Certainly not in Midgard now were you?"

Astrid blushes briefly, "Yeah, maybe. And who's fault is that?"

"Shut up and suck my dick like you know you want to, you petite whore."

Her lips purse again as she takes the dirty talk to heart and backs off, dropping to her knees.

Hiccup sees her hips pop up into the air as she gingerly takes his cock in hand and teases her lips over his skin. Two strokes up and down taunt him before she sinks her lips over his head and he moans loudly.

Down she descends, engulfing his mass in her mouth and coaxing him into her throat. Hiccup bucks his head against the sheets.

His hands course through her hair and grasp tightly, forcing her down his shaft and holding his full staff in her throat.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, Babe. That's my slut." Hiccup grunts out. He flexes his shaft into her, feeling her mouth warmly holding his member. "That's it. Stay down."

A moment passes as he holds her head down on his shaft. Relaxing his grip, she begins to rise up his shaft. But he holds her lips steady to his head.

Astrid's tongue shoots out from her lips and laps against the underside of his shaft, seeking to tease him out of his grip.

Hiccups toes curl. His legs flex.

Astrid tips her head to the side, attempting to coax away his leverage. Reluctantly, he releases. To keep his pleasure and her freedom, she takes a quick, restorative breath and slips her lips down the side of his mass as she finishes recovering.

His arms tentatively remain beside her head, as if ready to pounce once again.

She continues her assigned task, lapping the mixed cum off from the sides of his shaft. Occasional groans and grunts rumble from Hiccup's throat as her tongue and lips caress his flesh.

Finishing a stroke, she tips her head around his as her tongue flickers around his head to tease forth the hope of a new orgasm.

Her hand brushes against his scrotum, cupping his balls as her lips wrap around his head and begin sinking down his length. Jinking her lips up and down, she slowly makes her way to the base of his shaft before rolling her head around his anchor.

Hiccup groans as his legs flex and toes curl again.

Astrid bobs her head up and down his shaft rapidly, pulling the nerves closer to their climax with each jaunt as her fingers gently massage his balls.

Seconds pass as her efforts build up effective results.

Hiccup's hand shoots into her hair as a wild groan erupts from his lips. His hand grips her blonde hair, holding her lips down his shaft as his cum swirls within and spurts into her throat.

Astrid strains against his grip, pulling her head backward against his grip to catch some of his seed in her mouth. His grip falters and she recedes, holding her lips just below his head as the last few pulses pump into her mouth. Astrid strokes her lips down and back up his shaft once more before popping off.

She swishes the cum around in her mouth and pools it on her tongue, then sticks her tongue out for show.

Slowly, Hiccup's hand reaches for her. He pulls her toward him. She closes her mouth tersely and locks eyes with him.

"Swallow."

A noticeable gulp hits his ears.

A warm grin bursts from his lips, "That's my woman," followed by a sharp spanking.

Astrid coos loudly and with a wide smirk.

Their foreheads press together for a silent moment, enjoying each other's efforts.

With heave of her lungs, Astrid stands on her knees. Hiccup glances upward at her curiously.

She walks herself over his chest, working up to his neck before lowering herself onto his face. Hiccup raises a brow, but gladly accepts her desire as he notices her crease her lips in anticipation.

Hiccup's arms snake up her sides and hold her breasts as he slithers his tongue up and down her prominent valley. Multiple passes prepare her for the breach, but nonetheless still comes as a pleasant jolt when his tongue pushes through her folds and into her walls.

His fingers trace around her breasts, mimicking some exploratory circles with his tongue.

Her hips buck suddenly as all three points find sensitive contacts. Hiccup presses forward fervently, rapidly scaling up his movements. Whole hands push up against her breasts. Broad tongue strokes streak within her.

Her waters churn up rapidly as Hiccup skillfully uses his nose to brush against the tender bundle of nerves presented in front of his face. Rapid flicks of his tongue froth her waters into a stormy sea. Hands plough up her breast tissues, merrily squeezing for full appeasement with his coordinated strikes.

Astrid digs her hips into his face, pressing for her climax in an increasingly foggy haste.

The proactivity catches Hiccup somewhat off guard and he struggles to maneuver with her hips. He can feel the muscles in his neck screaming at him to ease once more.

But he successfully ignores the inner cries for relaxation and continues towards his goal.

Astrid's hand dips into his sea of brown hair and tugs aimlessly as she can feel her abdomen crunch and twist in on itself. The first dramatic signs of her coming climax.

Her thighs twitch inward as Hiccup's tongue again strikes a chord within her. He notices right away and flicks his tongue over the same spot again and again.

Astrid yelps pleasurably after Hiccup catches the same strand multiple times in a row. Her hips flex again and Hiccup's grip on her breasts corkscrews inward, gently pulling her downward towards him to flow with her thoughts.

A loud slurp drones over the bedspread as her hips disconnect with Hiccups lips. He quickly attempts to adjust, trying to reseal his lips around her. But it proves difficult, as Astrid's coordination dissipates and disconnects with her experience. He finds himself scrambling around to keep up with her shuttering hips.

Momentarily, his arms wrap around her waist to hold her still so he can rejoin his connection. For a brief moment, her awareness syncs with his attempts to slow her down and he manages to plunge his tongue deep within her. A moan shoots from her throat in response.

Hiccup broadens his tongue and drags its through her inside in an increasingly desperate attempt to push her over the edge. Her hips shudder again, but he can sense it will take something more, if not something different to cast her over the rocks this time.

He withdraws his tongue.

Then scoots back to lift his head and cups his tongue around her bundle of nerves. He floods his tongue with saliva and cradles the bundle with delicate but deliberate care. A hand drops from her breast and penetrates a pair of fingers between her legs in a somewhat awkward angle from aside his shoulder.

But it does the trick.

An intense flutter of his fingers within her tissues combined with the tender suckling and wrought grip on her breast spiral into an inner cyclone. Astrid's hips flush white and clutch against his head.

Colors fly in her vision as Hiccup sends her careening through her inner weather systems. Her chest fills with air, pauses in heat, and flushes empty in a sudden gust – followed by a repetition of powerful heaves of air in conjunction with consecutive waves of euphoria flowing over her body, tickling her brain.

Hiccup's fingers soak with a new wave of fluids as they continue to stroke against her sensitive walls. His free hand floats up to her neck, wrapping around her smooth skin with a gentle firmness that elevates and extends her head and neck.

He holds her there as the waves crash over her.

Slowly, as the waves recede, he follows her down – lowering her to the bed and catches her legs with his own as they cuddle up against the covers.

With her breathing evening out, her eyes shutter open and meet with green.

No words exchanged; none are needed. Their arms wrap around one another.

Soon the cool air of the room laps against their sweaty bodies and they both reach for the furs.