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Astrid pressed her shoulder against the heavy wood of the door, brow furrowed and attention focused further into the room. Again and again had she called Hiccup's name, trying to find what he could be doing so late in the morning, but to no avail; naturally this suspicion had led her down the hall, and upon hearing that strange, soft sound come from behind the slightly-open door she had shifted into investigation. Her hand hovered at her belt by her knife, she kept her jaw set but relaxed, she slowly slid the door open with pressure on just the right part to prevent the way it would squeak and creak-

-and then she froze when she first peered into the room. There sprawled across the bed was Toothless as usual, but something about him was… different, and for once it wasn't just the sleek, pinkish-red length of full, twitching arousal dribbling out across the velvet black scales of his bared underbelly. The large Nightfury let his tongue loll out from between parted lips and lumpy gums, eyes half-lidded in pleasure quickly fixing on the curious tamer. Large, blunt forepaws gripped and tightened against the battered blankets where the great reptile lay, evidence of clawmarks already visible: he squirmed and writhed side to side, sizeable shaft lifting up over his belly, throbbing in the air, and then lowering back down again, glistening with fresh wetness. It looked as though each throb sent palpable pleasure through the dragon's body by the way he arched his back, thrust his haunches, and panted into the open air, hot breath steaming in the room as he did so.

Those eyes flicked over towards Astrid again. Knife forgotten, she took another step and a half into the room, then blinked – and blinked again, nose wrinkling under the sudden weight of heavy, intoxicating scent swirling around in here. Something sharp, and spicy, and tantalizing; she lifted her head, sniffed around, tilted her head this way and that, and eventually found herself drawn steadily in towards where the dragon lay, step by step. Of course she had seen this part of him before, several times – that was just part of raising a dragon, and spending time with someone who did the same – but something about this, too, seemed different.

So she braced her hands against the mattress and leaned in a little closer, trying to figure out what it was. Perhaps it was the shape, a bit more rounded and blunt at the end, a bit straighter, with veins sticking out more prominently… she licked her lips, swallowed, then reached forward and ran her fingers across it, skin quickly becoming coated with the natural slickness of the dragon's slit. Then she brought her thumb in as well to cup it from the other side, stroking slowly back and forth, feeling the way it twitched, throbbed, trembled in her grasp.

Something different about it. It smelled almost like… she lifted herself onto the bed and sprawled out between his hindlegs, Toothless lifting his saurian head to keep his intelligent eyes on her. She reached forward with her other hand and brought her first up to her nose and lips, tasting that scent almost from the source. It seemed to her equal parts Toothless, rich and deep and musky and invariably bestial, and then also Hiccup alongside that, smoother and drier, a little higher, a little warmer. Yet he was nowhere to be found.

But, then… she paused, swallowed again, felt the greasy slickness of that scent wiping off on her nose and lips, and slipped a finger into her mouth. He probably wouldn't mind, would he?

The tamer glanced over her shoulder, saw that the door had thankfully swung back towards its previous position, and then straightened up to begin removing the various belts and fastenings keeping her clothing fit. The longer she went on the deeper she felt her arousal run, until she barely needed to swipe the dragon's impressive length back and forth between her legs to get herself ready for him: she straddled the Nightfury's lower body, still appreciative of the primal power thrumming through his sleek form and tight musculature, then leaned back, slid his tapered tip up against herself… thought better of it for the way he felt in her hand, lifted up, angled back, and now poked him there instead, right in the center of clenching muscles.

Then once again Astrid switched hands, bringing the other to her face again to sniff and taste. Slowly, carefully she worked herself back and forth atop him, easing him further inside of herself until sweet, delicious warmth started to simmer out from inside of her. She rode him steadily faster and harder, pushing down until she couldn't fit him any further – and then there she stayed, shivering all over, feeling that wonderful tension vibrating all out throughout her until it felt as though it would subsume her entirely.

And then it seemed to do precisely that. Astrid tilted her head back, let out a noise of indulgent pleasure, and felt thick, sticky saliva welling up from the roof of her mouth and back of her throat – but try as she might to swallow it, instead it just oozed down along her chin, now locked in that position. Panic for a moment warred with pleasure until the latter won over, her eyes fluttering shut, her back straightening up, her legs tightening in against the dragon's lower body until she couldn't lift back up even if she wanted to.

Not that she did, of course. Astrid blinked, then closed her eyes again and this time refused to open them back up. Her own pleasure bounced and magnified back into her, combining with the Nightfury's as he thrust up into, then against, and then around her, each movement of his body, each twitch and tightening of his muscles, rippling back through her as another part of him.

Another fierce pulse and throb, another rumble starting deep in the dragon's throat, and then another thick rope spurting out across his already stained belly scales, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth, soaking further into the sheets underneath him. After a moment Toothless relaxed back against the bed again, wide chest heaving with the delicious sensation.