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Astrid shook her hips as she tried moving his thing through every little corner of her insides. His sheer size made it surprisingly difficult, his hip trying to keep up with her movements. His hands snuck up and grabbed her boobs through her shirt. One of her hands grabbed an arm, not to make him stop, but to encourage him to be rougher with her.

"Come on Hiccup," said Astrid. "Be the man I know you are! Aren't you going to fuck me properly?"

Coming from anybody else, that sort of thing would sting his confidence. Coming from Astrid, it lit a fire in his belly.

Suddenly, his hips tipped her over and, with impressive dexterity, managed to get her on her back, his svelt frame draped over her, all while managing to stay inside of her. Considering his size, the "staying in" part was actually the easy bit.

Fuck! I think he hit a nerve, thought Astrid, feeling that Hiccup somehow managed to get more of his thing in her as he started thrusting. Astrid's legs wrapped around his waist and her hands taking his face in her hands as she mashed her lips against his.

Astrid felt herself come close before her brain exploded in a satisfying euphoria.

He thrust three more times before she felt him empty his seed inside of her.