The remaining passengers cowered as the Vikings looked upon them. The sniveling foreigners stared from the monsters’ grinning faces, to their swollen bellies filled with still-living loved ones, and finally, to the fearsome dragons who were watching from the sidelines with their own squirming stomachs. It was an absolute nightmare as everyone huddled close, embracing their remaining loved ones as they wept at their hopeless situation.
“They don’t even try to fight back,” Astrid said in disgust as she ran her hands over her stomach. “My food is too exhausted from all those orgasms I gave her to struggle too much. At least, that’s an excuse. If these idiots don’t want to be eaten, they should put up more of a fight,” Astrid ranted.
“Well, it’s not like they can—” Hiccup started to say, only to be cut off.
“I don’t care if they can’t do anything,” Astrid snapped. “If they want to live, they have to fight. That’s nature.” She turned and leveled a meancing glower on the cowards. “That’s why we eat you, ya know. The strong eat the weak. That’s how the world is, but somehow, you foreigners just don’t get that. You’re nothing but food for us to prey on.”
Hiccup rolled his eyes as Astrid ranted. “It sounds like you need a good fuck,” he said while approaching her side and affectionately bumping his distended belly to hers. The jostling sent a brief but intense wave of pleasure through their guts. It always felt good when food moved inside the stomach, but rubbing bellies together was even better. It was a type of intimacy that only Vikings could enjoy as they relished in the domination of their inferiors.
Astrid, despite her desire to rant some more, returned Hiccup’s bump. “So, I noticed you picked a familiar-looking slut. Was she good?”
“Good enough, but not as good as I was hoping.” Hiccup gave a soft belch. “No one’s got a tastier ass than you.”
“Shut up,” Astrid said while affectionately punching Hiccup’s arm. “Anyway, I’m still working off that big meal from earlier, so that little girl left me pretty full. And you?”
Hiccup contemplatively tapped his distended stomach as he looked around the boat. “Nah, I’m good. What do you say to getting some rope and carrying the whole boat back to Berk?”
Astrid grinned. “Ambitious.”
“More like practical. These people are all so puny. I’d probably need several to make a decent offering to mom. Plus, all these slaves would help hold us over until we head out on our mission.”
Astrid nodded along as she listened. It may have been boring, but the girl understood Hiccup’s words to be important, so she tried to absorb them as best she could, just in case she ever needed to do his job while he was away for whatever reason. “Alright, you there.” She pointed to one of the most physically fit men left on the boat. “You understand my language?” The man looked around as though he didn’t. “Well, you can either do as I say and live to see land, or I’m gonna eat you right now.” The man hurriedly staggered forward, shoving several people aside. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Astrid said with smug satisfaction.
The Vikings instructed the foreigners to gather up all the rope on board, intertwine it to be extra sturdy, and then tie it off to the ship’s bow. Then, the Vikings tied the other ends to their dragons’ ankles. Letting the foreigners do it would just result in them getting eaten, assuming any were brave enough to try. Afterward, with everything seemingly set for the return trip, Astrid had one last idea.
“You, the one on the left.” From atop Stormfly, Astrid pointed at a man in his early twenties hugging a woman and infant, likely his family. “Get up on this saddle. I’m fucking you on the flight.”
The man hesitated, looking aghast between the monstrous northerner, her slightly less terrifying mount, and his family.
“Hey, hurry it up, or you’re all going in Stormfly’s belly,” Astrid threatened as the Deadly Nadder licked her lips.
That finally got the man going, but not before he kissed his wife and muttered his apologies. He then warily approached the dragon, unsure of how to climb up. Impatient, Astrid grabbed his shoulder and yanked him up, and stripped him in one go. Now naked on his back, the man stared up in terror past the smaller yet ferocious young woman’s engorged belly as her ass shimmied out of her trousers and planted itself on his groin. He was soft, so Astrid had to stroke her taint back and forth along his member, slowly arousing him to hardness as her stomach weighed upon his chest and blocked his view.
Feeling playful, Astrid cruelly pressed on her stomach’s top to compress its bottom to the man’s chest. “I don’t care if you can’t understand me, but I want you to feel this. That girl I ate. Well, she’s stewing in the remains of a real woman. That bitch didn’t go down as easy as your little slut,” she taunted, finally pushing the man to a full erection. She then slipped his length into her ass to avoid any unwanted contact with Hiccup’s future broodmare. His boner was pathetic, but it would do the job of entertaining her.
“Did you see her face at the end, though?” Astrid mocked. “What a whore. She came so hard; she passed out. Now, she’s just lying in my gut, waiting for me to churn her into fat.” The Viking moaned as she rocked atop her captive, stirring his cock in her rectum. It’d be tricky, but she couldn’t let him cum. Foreign men took forever to recover. For now, it was enough that he spread her ass and wept against her bloated stomach.
At the same time, Edna was fully awake, and wondering if she was already in Hell. She’d heard Astrid’s every word, and knew that the person now pressing atop her was a young maiden, cruelly deflowered by the Vikings, just as she’d been. Likewise, she felt that the person pressing beneath her was a man. He felt strapping, and probably handsome. He was probably the sort of man she’d eye from a distance, until she grew brave enough for flirting. Now, the horrid Viking woman was sitting on him, using him as a pleasure toy while he wept. Edna was surrounded by terror above, below, and all around, so why couldn't she stop masturbating?
Edna had been touching herself for a while, and it had only gotten worse when Astrid started eating. Vaginal juices dripped from the walls, coating her skin in warm stickiness, and her lungs were filled with the vile woman’s putrid arousal, yet she was so horny. She listened to the girl’s screams, imagining what the poor thing must be enduring, and she touched herself. Edna plunged her fingers into her despoiled sex, dug her fingers into her breast, and even licked her captor’s walls. It all made her feel so hot and lusting for more. She knew it was wrong, yet she couldn’t stop herself. When she thought about how this might be her future as a Viking broodmare and how it might not be so bad, she fell into despair as she came.
Grateful for Astrid’s courtesy with his broodmare, and agreeing with her idea, Hiccup pointed at a woman in her thirties who bore a strong resemblance to the girl he’d eaten. It might have been her mother, but that hardly mattered. Much to his surprise, she offered no resistance as she approached and stripped without being told. Her eyes seemed empty and distant, possibly traumatized from what she’d seen. That was fine by Hiccup, as it would just make her easier to handle. He pulled up the woman old enough to be his mother and lay her belly-down on his saddle, slipping her legs between his. After fishing his erect cock from his pants, he aimed downward and inserted it between the foreign woman’s soft cheeks. They were pleasant enough against his pelvis, but the real prize was her anus.
The woman finally reacted, grunting in pain as Hiccup inserted his member inside. He would have spat on it for lubricant, but his stomach blocked the way as it rested atop her back. Unlike Astrid, Hiccup saw no value in taunting the newly enslaved woman with her daughter’s imminent demise. It was enough that her back was a pleasant cushion for his stomach while her ass made a comfortable holster for his cock. She was tight, likely from never doing anything back there. He’d never understood why foreigners were all so prudish about living life to the fullest. However, as Stoic had taught him, ‘wolves never concern themselves with the feelings of the sheep,’ and Vikings were more than mere wolves. The people of Berk were dragons, and the world would soon come to realize this truth.
1 The Vikings return to Berk quickly and peacefully
2 The Vikings enjoy the ride and chat
3 The Vikings encounter some wild dragons
4 The Vikings encounter a strange ship equipped for fighting dragons
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