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In a land far far away, where dragons live with humans and humans ride dragons, where winter is always around the corner and summers are short, the day of Yule is one of great joy and merriment. That, however, is a feast for humans, during which all the two-legged folk huddle up in the large halls of town, roast mutton and sheep and drink till the bottoms of all the barrels can be seen. On the other hand, dragons have much less of a reason to bother with celebrations, but the lack of people in the streets and the diminished surveillance make for perfect moments to roam and, well, have fun in their own ways.

Toothless was now familiar with the scenery of Berk during the night of the day of Yule: dragons cluttered the streets like the humans cluttered around fireplaces, only that instead of feasting on good food and mead they preferred to rut and fuck and make a right mess of everything. The Alpha was looking at a small unpaved road leading to the outskirts of the village where Hookfang was busy burying his snout inside another Monstrous Nightmare's rump, eating out the female of his species as a male Deadly Nadder lay on the ground, mouth swallowing a good foot or two of his cock. Barely fifteen feet away, right on the porch of a home, a trio of Zipplebacks were busy in an unholy tangle of heads, limbs, necks and a sextuplet of cocks that even he wasn't sure who they belonged to.

Across rooftops, on the ground, inside homes that people forgot to properly close or that hadn't been dragon-proofed, the sounds, smells, tastes and sights of a few hundred rutting reptiles were all that Toothless could see. Now, had the situation been the same as it had been for years, the Nightfury would've joined in, going from group to group, fucking dozens of eager, horny beasts until the sun returned to shine upon their backs. By all the gods, he was already hard as a rock! Both of the Fury's cocks throbbed in all their glory, slick, sweaty, slapping on his belly over and over again like trees crashing on the face of a mountain, his quad nuts gently scraping the ground with each step, so heavy that even the thick skin of his sack couldn't quite keep them aloft fully.

Yet this was not just any Yule, and he had better things to do than just lose himself in the rut, even if that would be certainly a good warmup for what was to come. Being pragmatic, even if horny, Toothless marched through the cum-slickened streets and moved with purpose, his balls plapping against his thighs with each step as the two cocks spilled more than a few gallons of lightly luminescent precum on the ground.

With a push of his snout, he opened Hiccup's home, and the familiar smell of sweaty dragon balls, of thousands of spent loads soaking into the wooden floorboards and beams, of sex and mutual pleasure welcomed him in. However, there was another smell, new, fresh though not one iota less needy or arousing, hiding in the forest of scents.

Already he knew the source of it, for that was the reason why he'd passed on breeding a few dozens of eager studs and females on his way there, and yet the sight of his goal made his cocks surge and his balls churn so loudly they felt like an entire flock of hungry Stormcutters eager to feast on a school of fish.

Pale white scales mixed with bright reds and pinks as Nubless, his Lightfury consort lay in front of the fireplace, sweat from the great heat glistening on her body. She was facing him, tail raised and kept in place by a frail-looking ribbon tied to her wings that he knew would do nothing to stop her from moving. Her thick tail had a small branch of mistletoe tied to it, inches away from her glorious rump and the jewels that her cheeks were utterly unable to hide. And jewels they were, her pucker and pussy alike, shining in the reflected light of the fireplace and the torches on the walls. Her tailhole alone was the size of a human's head, or nearly as big, puffy, large, pillowy, so much so that he'd caught Hiccup sleeping on it once or twice.

Right under that squishy, squeezable expanse of rump was the centrepiece of Nubless' femininity, a pussy fat, slick, wet and somehow even larger than her tailhole, a cavernous chasm that was made by the gods themselves for an Alpha like himself. Tied up in ways that spoke of human dexterity, left there for him to find out during the peak of Yule celebration, reeking of need and pent up lust, told Toothless that she'd employed the assistance of a certain rider and his wife. The humans left presents for each other during this day and, apparently, she was his.

His cocks throbbed so hard they slammed into his chest like thunder striking the face of a fjord, loud, powerful, virile. So much so that the dragoness started to leak even more juices on the puddle that spread for a dozen feet under her paws. Still, she restrained herself, pretending to fight a bitter fight against the paltry ribbons so delicately tying her up like mutton over a campfire. That alone told Toothless of the true nature of the present made for him.

Oh how easy it would've been to throw himself over that pillowy ass, to bury his snout into its crevices, how delectable it would've been to taste her folds by cramming his tongue into the slick gorge of her vent. Yet he too restrained himself as stray spurts from his twin cocks splattered on her raised backside and stuck to her pale white scales.

He approached with the calm of a king, the poise of a lord and the throbbing, engorged, oversized virility of a Bewilderbeast in heat. His shafts swayed and twitched, just out of reach for her tongue, but not so far that she couldn't crane her neck and just barely brush and feel the heat radiating from their surface before being unceremoniously smothered by a wall of sweaty Fury ballflesh as he moved away. Once, twice, three times he circled around her, paws growing slicker with her dripping juices as he formed a wall of musk all over the furs that made up the carpet beneath her.

And still he practiced restraint. He lowered his head to sniff at her sopping wet sex, the winking hole of her pucker and denied himself the pleasure of gorging his tastebuds on her supple inviting lustful holes. Instead, he lowered his head even more, grasping one of her legs with his paws and lifting it up. Her paws were covered in a thick layer of juices and sweat, one from the heat of the fireplace and the other from the heat of her pussy, both mixing upon the soft pads. His tongue moved before he did and his head followed suit moments later. First, he tasted her paw with his buds, the honey-sweet nectar of her sex and the salty perfection of her sweat, they rolled off his tongue like a symphony, a meal prepared by a skilled chef. He dug between the gaps of the pads, between her toes, he sucked on her claws and went back for seconds and then thirds. He left the first paw a slimy saliva-covered landscape, then repeated the process once more with her other hindpaw, diving with his snout first to sniff and huff, his breaths so deep they tickled her sensitive scales, making her wiggle her toes and squeeze them on his nares, trapping his nostrils in a prison of thick footmusk.

Nubless continued to 'struggle', 'fighting' against her 'chains' as her mate slobbered over her paws like a common dog drools over a piece of meat. She felt him lick, dig, savour, huff and sniff until she felt she was on the verge of orgasm from that level of deep passion and lust alone. And then he stopped, leaving her pussy aching and sensitive. For a moment she was tempted to break free and jump on him, but she too resisted the urge, though just barely, as her legs were left weak and shaking from the lovely teasing to her paws. Toothless licked his lips, still tasting her footmusk on his tongue and nares, cocks achingly hard.

With a paw he grabbed his mate's rump, giving the large, soft domes a squeeze that made the female Lightfury yelp and moan, her tail jerking to the sides with enough strength to nearly snap the ribbon. Before she could do anything else, the Nightfury shoved his snout in the crevice of her pussy, drawing a long, sultry lick to her sopping wet folds. Nubless let out a loud whine that alerted every single dragon in a half mile radius to steer clear of the Chief's home, and, at the same time, sent anyone who heard it in a deeper frenzy while the big Alpha savoured his mate's wet muff.

Toothless took his sweet time with her, tongue digging deep into her folds, broad enough to fill that cavernous space, long enough to reach deeper than even Hiccup's inhumanly large cock and thick enough to make her feel as if Astrid had shoved her leg in there. The female arched her back even more than before, drooling on the ground as her pussy did much the same and her puffy anus winked at the strong, horny male behind her, attempting to entice him to switch holes. Despite that, he continued to ravish her pussy, going ever deeper even as he ran out of tongue and started to push against the squishy folds of her sex, snout sinking inside them as Nubless felt the pebbly scales of his nose rub on her flesh.

He emerged from her folds with his muzzle dripping wet, nares flaring and eyes dilated from the overdose of pheromones she'd given him. She reeked of fertility, of eggs, of fresh ova to impregnate, his cocks harder than ever, but still he resisted. Instead, he placed one paw on one shaft and then the other, rubbing it over the sensitive spots, over the ridges and bumps, over the gushing tip and the thick girth he'd never be able to encompass even if his paws were four times as big as they were. And when it was so covered in sheathfluids, cum, precum, cumsweat and pure liquid musk, Toothless climbed atop her, but did not pierce her pussy with those steel-hard rods of breederflesh.

No, he climbed, straddling atop her bound form as she felt the weight of his bulk press down on her like a boulder, unmovable, firm, unyielding to her squirming. Nubless opened her maw to protest, to finally give in but he denied her the chance to speak her mind as he pressed his slathered paw over her muzzle.

Soft pads squished on her nose, delivering a softness to her scales before the stench he'd rubbed on it assaulted her senses with a vigour so great she squirted all over the base of the twin shafts filling all the space between her legs. Toothless ran hot even on cold winter days, always sweating a bit, which left every part of him at least a little sweaty. His cocks and balls ran hotter than anything else and after smearing his paw on his shafts, the pads, the crevices in between were slick and infused with enough musk to send any female in heat.

Nubless whined as she breathed in, tongue slipping out like an eel in a bucket, slobbering with even greater drive and need than he himself had slobbered over her own sweaty paws. And the more she savoured the leftover fluids of his cocks the more she grew even wetter and hornier than before. And the more she did so, the more her ovaries, all four of them, eagerly pumped out fresh eggs to fertilize. She rubbed her nares over his paws, dug into the crevices of his pads, licked the slick, dense fluids he'd soaked the gaps of his digits in and humped, grinding her sopping wet folds over the ridges of his cocks.

So busy gorging herself on footmusk and second-hand cocksweat that she missed the fact that Toothless had pulled back just enough to aim his twin cocks towards her pussy, so, when he pushed forward and thrust with the might to make the house rock, the surprise of being so utterly filled made her cum as hard as she could on the spot. A jet of pussy juice spilled on the floor, loud, bathing his balls as they swung forward with the force of a rolling boulder, crashing into her wet muff and making her cum right away once more from the impact and heat of his sack.

The twin shafts buried themselves deeper and deeper into her tunnel, which, spacious and cavernous as it was, deep enough to fit a human inside it, something she'd done more than once, was still stretched and filled to the brim. Nubs and ridges caressed her flesh, the inner ridges of her own tunnel having a hated, slick discussion with the texture of Toothless' cocks as they advanced with relentlessness. Inches were conquered in moments, feet within seconds, and before his balls had even had the chance to fully swing the other way, he was already banging at her cervix. Nubless whined, wings snapping open, tearing through the fake restraints as air ripe with the stench of sex was flung all over the place, nearly extinguishing the fire nearby.

Yet the fire persisted, now scattering its orange light over the two rutting furies, illuminating their sleek and powerful builds, sweat beads acting as crystal shards to reflect more of the light while their bestial grunts filled the space. Fluids spilled by the bucket around them, her pussy juice, his ballsweat, fat globs and jets of liquid pleasure staining the very oak planks that made up the floor even further. The furs that had been laid on the ground were soaked through and through, likely so much that they'd reek of Nightfury musk and Lightfury pussy juice forever, not that Hiccup or Astrid minded being always surrounded by that heated musk as they slept.

Toothless bared his teeth, the Alpha glow starting to make itself known from within as he heated up and his arousal grew till his scales felt warmer than the fireplace itself. Nubless herself was starting to overheat, thin wisps of vapour rising from her body, her juices hot enough to be mistaken for a natural spring as they spread and grew deeper around them. She grabbed a pillow and shoved her head inside, muffling her moans as her mate wrecked her pussy with all the weight, girth, heft and strength he had within his immense frame. By chance or divine intervention, she'd grabbed Astrid's pillow, filling her nares with the scent of fertile, extremely pregnant human pussy and the leftover stench of both her mate and the human chief's spilled loads mixing together in the fabric.

His cocks hammered at her cervix, familiar with the barrier already and already they were working it, coaxing into yawning open for them. The process was a pleasure from start to finish as the two cockheads crashed on the gate, pushing and belching gallons of hypervirile precum on it, slowly but surely convincing her body to give in. Nubless felt their advance, their progress as if she was staring right at them from within her own tunnel so thick and girthy they were, so sensitive was her pussy and so often they'd done such a thing before. Still, she made him fight for it, made him sweat and grunt and ram himself against her barrier until she could hold him back no longer and felt him spear through her cervix like a salmon against a stream. Her own womb begged her to let him in, to slam open the gates of her egg chamber, to allow him to bathe the hundreds of eggs she it had already laid on the soft carpet of its walls with cum and make her grow gravid with the eighth clutch since their first meeting five years before.

The breach of her inner sanctum was so blissful that both had to stop for one moment, the only sounds beyond the creaking of wood around them as the house got one moment of rest was the gurgling of Toothless' quad nuts preparing a brew of batter so potent the stench of it was mind-numbing. They waited, for a whole two seconds before those nuts squeezed and pumped out a twin load of nut so thick it took five seconds for it to travel from taint to tips. The girth of his cocks nearly doubled from the sheer volume of cum forcing its way through his plumbing, which in turn stretched her more as the ridges and nubs inside her pussy pressed harder on her walls. And when the two cockheads belched their loads into her womb, bathing her sensitive womb with a solid gallon of cum in a split second.

The impact of cum in her chamber made Nubless cum harder than ever before: the spunk was hot, dense, heavy, thick like honey and even though it was so much already, she knew it was not just the first shot, but the first shot of what she smelled would be a few hours of rutting with no pause. Her womb sang as the ova it had spat out were drowned in enough cum to impregnate each several times over, and it shivered in bliss as twice as much cum followed not even two seconds later as the second cumshot rocketed out of Toothless' balls into her.

Already she was so full of cock that a bulge was visible from crotch to her chest, but with those huge, multi-gallon cumshots stuffed deep into her womb, she was growing even more round with each passing second. Three cumshots, six gallons, ten cumshots and fifteen gallons, twenty cumshots, thirty gallons and rising and barely a minute had passed. Each rope took seconds to go from balls to tip and into her womb, each rope of batter so mighty it lasted for even longer, delivering their creamy, wriggling cargo of hyper-sperm into her with precision. Even though Nubless' pussy was so deep she could stuff a whole Viking inside, her cavernous womb spacious enough to fit both of her mate's cocks and over two dozen gallons of prime Alpha sperm, she ran out of space before Toothless was a third of the way done with his orgasm.

Ropes spilled from her pussy lips, gushing to bathe his balls onto the fur carpet and the soaked wooden planks below, each nut clench followed by a deluge of splattering wasted seed ten seconds later. Each rope, each pump, each nut surge equalled a massive displacement of spunk into her sloshing, still growing dome. Her belly touched the ground, womb so stuffed it was making her look as gravid as she'd been on her fourth pregnancy, the largest to date, and still Toothless was cumming. The quad orbs, however, were still growing bigger as the loads they pumped were brewed in their depths faster than they could be spilled into her. And so, Toothless' body began to act of its own volition.

His nuts each clenched in turn, unloading gallon after gallon much like Hiccup's repeating ballistae could fire while reloading the next bolt. Shot after shot after shot after shot were chambered and fired, delivering a constant onslaught of cum with no reprieve for both her and him. At the mercy of his own biology, all that Toothless could do was continue to fuck, breed and rut, and all that Nubless could do was to take and be pinned down even as her mate climbed atop her, pushing her head onto the floor, smothering her snout with one cum-soaked paw once more as his hindlegs used her wide, plush rump as platform.

With his balls lifted from the ground, no longer encumbered by their bulk as before, Toothless put even more of his energy into breeding the Lightfury as before. His sack rose up as he pulled out, all four nuts pulled taut as the motion tugged them in a beautiful arch before he thrust and those four boulders rained back down, crashing into her crotch with ten times the energy as before. The impact made her sloshing cum gut ripple and sent sparks through her clit all the way to her brain and cum so hard she clamped down with the force of a vice on his cocks. And yet that was not enough to stop Toothless from his breeding rampage.

The very house shook as he drove all forty inches of his twin cocks into her womb from tip to root, cumming without end, shot after shot, clench after clench, gallon after gallon as he kept her immobile. His paw, sweaty and cum-covered, pressed down on her snout, making her see nothing and breathe in pure footmusk as his cocks rearranged her insides and his balls sent sparks of pleasure up her pussy whenever they crashed into her sopping wet folds with the might of Thor. She came and came and came, squirting so hard she was pumping out just as much as he was, or nearly so, but unlike his cumshots, that were mostly crammed into her stuffed womb, her juices were splattering everywhere.

It took all of ten minutes of rough, sweaty, chaotic sex for the first pillar to collapse and splash in s a pool of frothy cum, ten more for a wall the two had somehow rutted their way over to crash and free the heady musk fog into the streets outside Hiccup's home. Alongside the aforementioned pool of cum of course. The fireplace had been extinguished a while before, drenched first in an ocean of squirt juices and then submerged fully by cum when Nubless' poor abused womb expelled Toothless' cocks as well as about two dozen gallons of nut and two still gushing spires. And, of course, neither was done or satisfied.

Before Nubless could do anything more, she felt the familiar shape of one cock slide inside her pussy once more, yet the other one kissed her sweaty pucker for all of one second before it too plunged inside and resumed belching its load, though now in her guts. The two tumbled and turned around, cocks slipping out of her as Toothless lost some steam and thus some of his dominance over the Lightfury, ceding more and more ground to her endlessly hungry holes until, with a great grunt, she pushed him fully on his back. Now it was his time to be subject to a dragon's fully arousal as she sat her sopping wet, cum-stuffed, cum-leaking holes, her pussy drooling over his snout, ass winking and spilling pints of spent seed on his brow and ear-flaps while she sated a different kind of hunger.

Her maw yawned wide open, drool dripping down before she engulfed one cock, her throat singing as the nubs tickled her gullet like a still squirming school of fish freshly caught from the ocean, just as salty but so much warmer and tastier. The next shot from that cock was dumped straight into her stomach, the other cock jumping and spilling ropes all over the room, each splattering on walls, ceilings and cracked support beams alike as she gorged herself on Alpha cock.

The moon disappeared behind a thick veil of clouds and never reappeared, but when the clouds parted, the sun was starting to rear its head upon the village of Berk. Vikings had danced, drank, eaten and some fucked their way through Yule, like every year since the day was first celebrated. And, like every year in Berk, a house was destroyed by dragons, only that ever since Hiccup had tamed them, the destruction was of a different nature entirely. No longer fires or lava, but reckless rut and passionate love, though sometimes the two tended to mix in explosive ways.

When Hiccup returned, Astrid's hand in his, he saw his home no longer standing proud at the highest peak of the village, but instead he saw a collapsed building covered in more layers of cum than he could count. Rivers of the stuff flowed from the hill down, making the walk up dangerous and dangerously arousing for the two dragon-fuckers. And, at the centre of it all, two panting figures, one white, rounder than a sheepskin full of water, and the other black and white.

"Oh bud, at least you could've..." Hiccup sighed and mentally calculated the price of rebuilding his home for the third time that year.

"Shush, you left them the house for the entire night, what did you expect?" Astrid admonished him as her coat and clothes started to 'magically' fall of her body of their own will, leaving her gravid form bare in the morning sun.

"Sure, sure, whatever." The Chief rolled his eyes, already in pain at the thought of the dragon insurance premium going up once more, even as his pants tented visibly. "Fine, but you better make it up to me, bud."

Toothless warbled, rolling on his belly as his tail rose up high just as a ray of sunlight broke through the last cloud and hit the dragon's sweaty backside like a rainbow hitting a pot of gold. The dragon smirked when Astrid placed a branch of mistletoe over it, the sharp leaves tickling the sensitive, soft yet resilient flesh as his rider already showed signs of forgiveness, beelining for his rump all the while undressing with uncanny speed. And so, another wonderful Yule came to an end, with Hiccup kissing a Nightfury's tailhole, and all was once again right in the village of Berk.