A Tale of Berk

Astrid is married to Stoick the Vast now. She is the wife of chief, just like her parents wanted.  Hiccup hasn’t looked at her since the announcement or through the wedding.

She thinks that if she stares at the roof, or at the wall, it won’t be so bad.  But Stoick is too big to ignore.  He towers over her.  His face is stiff and focused.  His giant hands grab her thighs and open her legs.  His large, hairy gut rests on top of her flat stomach. There’s so much hair.  He’s naked. Fat. Red. Muscle. Huge.

Astrid feels her pussy spread as the head of Stoick’s throbbing, purple cock spears her.

“Ah!” she cries.  She bites her lip. It doesn’t hurt because she’s done this so many times with his son, but she needs to pretend. It’s not comfortable.  She’s naked and spread underneath her chief. Her husband now.

“It’s alright, lass,” he soothes. He doesn’t stop or slowdown though.  He pushes all the way in until his heavy balls touched the base of her ass.  His hands hold down her knees so that her nether regions are completely bared.

He pulls back and thrusts in again.  He picks up a hard speed, grunting.

It was horrifying to have the chief plowing into her like this. He was a monster of a man and three times her size.  Astrid can tell he’s used to much bigger women in his bed, because he treats her like one.

He grabs a fist of her small breast and begins to knead it.  It hurts. Just like her groin hurts.

“Chief, please.” She is a viking and she can handle it, but she wants him to be more gentle with her.   Like his son was.

“Husband,” he corrects her, panting. “I’m your husband.”

He leans down and takes her breast in his mouth and sucks and sucks it until its swollen and purple.  Astrid moans and hopes he stops.  No one told her he would be like this. He is three times the size of her and this hurts.  He handles her like she was a ragdoll with one purpose.

It’s horrible that its Hiccup’s father. The bed is squeaking so loudly and Astrid knows Hiccup is listening a floor above. That’s what makes staring at the ceiling so hard. Looking anywhere else is harder. Stoick can't be ignored.

“Ah, fuck I can’t look at you,” Stoick hisses. He probably is thinking of Hiccup too.

He pulls out but the relief is short.  Astrid is picked up by the waist, flipped around, and set belly down on the bed.   He enters her again.

Stoick’s entire weight is on her.  Astrid can barely move or breathe. The whole bed creaks and shakes as he starts to take her from behind.  Astrid saw sheep rut like this before. She can’t even get on her knees or hands because he’s crushing her as he uses her. He’s rutting into her like an animal and huffing in her ear.

Stoick reaches around and pinches her clitoris. Only pinches it hard. She’s glad he knows where it is but it hurts more than helps.  She bites the pillow and groans.

Then Stoick empties himself into her.

Astrid is shocked. She is rocked a couple more times as Stoick pumps the last of his seed into her womb. Then he pulls out and rolls over. Astrid is left flat on the bed with wet, goopy thighs and a cold feeling. She wants to cry and she wants to kill him, but neither are acceptable.  She is his wife now.  She lives in the house with his son who will have to listen to his father fuck her every night until she's pregnant.