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The hunters aboard the ship jump up in surprise as your dragon comes to land on the deck. Even though he is only an adolescent, Drifter, your Stormcutter, is already massive. He lowers himself to the deck, allowing you to hop off him easier. You pat his side once your boots make contact with the wood of the deck.
“I’m glad to see you’ve returned safe and unharmed, my love,” a familiar voice says and you look up to see Viggo approaching you.
You don’t hide your smile when you see him. Everyone already knows what’s going on between the two of you. After all, you have accomplished the impossible. Their Chief is absolutely smitten with you and wants nothing more than to share his empire with you. It’s something that none of them ever saw coming, Viggo being the way that he is, yet here you are. Stepping into a leadership position right by his side. You’re not even married yet, but the bejewelled dagger strapped to your side serves a reminder to everyone around that one day you will be.
Since you’ve become betrothed you have often played with putting his name at the end of yours and each time it leaves you smiling bigger than you ever have before while a warmth blooms in your chest. You finally have a place where you belong.
You move away from Drifter and directly into his open arms, pressing a kiss to full lips. Viggo’s hands come to rest on your waist as he holds you close and returns the kiss. The men stay silent and avert their gaze from your very public display of affection for each other.
You both sigh softly as you part. He cups your face, his thumb smoothing across the skin of your cheek, as he gazes into your eyes. Beautiful warm, brown eyes that you love getting lost in. How lucky you are that your paths crossed with each other.
“Wait for me in my cabin? I will join you momentarily.”
“Of course, my heart,” you reply.
As much as you don’t want to, you step out of his embrace and walk past him to head below deck. Drifter will stay up on the deck. He’s not only far too big to fit within the ship, but he prefers the open space. Viggo, in truth, has never been the biggest fan of the Stormcutter (and Drifter feels the exact same way about him), but they have come to accept that both of them are important to you and now somewhat coexist together.
The heavy wooden door creaks as you push it open and step into the captain’s cabin. As always, the papers and books upon his desk are neatly stacked. Resting next to them, waiting to be used, are several pencils and a wax seal next to a unburnt candle. In a corner of the cabin is a bed covered in only the finest furs and silks. Even at sea, Viggo lives in luxury and it’s something that you’re rather thankful for it. So far, things are as they always are until you finally lay your eyes on it.
You know that he’s been experimenting with Gronckle Iron in recent months. Seeing what else can be made from it, and eventually sold for more profit. You’re not quite sure what to make of this newest creation. It’s a mirror, that much is clear to you, but it’s so much bigger than the one he gave you as a gift after you showed interest in the one he used to keep his beard neat.
With this one you can look at your entire body instead of just a small portion of your face. And this one has a frame, made of gold with rubies set into the metal.
As you’re looking yourself over and wondering what possessed Viggo to make this, you hear the door open. Viggo shuts the door behind him and locks it before walking over to you.
“What do you think?” he asks.
As you turn back to the oversized mirror, you watch as he comes up behind you, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. The two of you are certainly an image in the polished metal. The ruthless Dragon Hunting Chief and his fearless Dragon Rider bride to be. You lean back as one of your hands comes up to rest on his arm. It’s like it’s serving as a preview to what your future wedding portrait will end up looking like.
“I’m wondering why someone would need such a big mirror when the small ones work perfectly fine.”
Viggo chuckles and presses a kiss to your neck. “It’s purpose will become clear soon enough. For right now–” he spins you around and promptly traps you between him and the edge of his desk– “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
Immediately his lips are back on yours, capturing you into a passionate kiss. His beard gently scratches against the soft skin of your face, but it’s a feeling that you very much welcome. He always kisses you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to get to kiss you and with the war that rages on, any one of them really could end up being the last time. You hate being away from him. You hate those responsible for causing this war that forces you to part from him for long stretches of time. But that’s what makes these moments so much more special, isn’t it?
Your hands glide up the expanse and rough surface of his armour, coming to rest on either side of his neck. Warmth radiates from him and beneath your fingers you can feel the roughness of the dragon claw scar that runs along the side of his neck. As well as the steady pulse of his heartbeat.
The kisses grow more intense and your own heartbeat quickens as he pushes his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss and drawing the quietest moan from you. Heat starts to bloom between your legs as he somehow steps ever closer to you than he already is and you feel his own need press against your leg.
You break the kiss with a gasp and rest your forehead against his. Viggo is just as out of breath as you are and the way that he looks at you is almost enough to make you completely combust.
“Take your clothes off,” he tells you as he steps away to remove his own.
You’re more than willingly to do as he says. As you’re undoing the straps that hold your armour to your body, you hear the loud thud of his heavy spiked belt hitting the floor. Once your armour is out of the way, it doesn’t take long for you to shed the rest of your clothing.
As you look up, your eyes are met with the gorgeous sight of Viggo’s naked body. He has scars from dragon hunting and sword fighting, a lifetime of which has left him well toned and muscular. Dark hair trails from his navel down into a thick patch of it across his join, where his thick cock stands proudly amongst it. The head is red, swollen and already leaking with precum.
Viggo’s eyes rake down your body as he stalks toward you. His gaze lingering on your breasts before falling on the thatch of hair between your legs. You almost feel like a sheep caught beneath the gaze of a dragon. The only difference being you know he won’t hurt you; not unless you ask him to.
Once he’s close enough to reach out and touch you, he pulls you against his body. He kisses you, deeply and passionately, once again and you expect him to slowly lead you backwards until you’re laid on his bed. He doesn’t. Instead his hand glides down your body. His fingers easily slide through and part your folds. He smirks against your lips at the knowledge of how wet you are.
“You were thinking of our reunion on the flight back, weren’t you, my dear? Of all the things that I might do to you now that you’re here, safe with me?”
You bite your bottom lip. He’s caught you. The closer you got to where you knew his ship would be, the more you had thought about him in less than decent ways.
“Guilty,” you reply.
Viggo hums. His fingers press up against your needy dripping hole and the pads of his calloused fingers circle it. You inhale sharply at the sensation, your hips jolting ever so slightly. You know that he loves to tease. Drawing things out at his own pace and any comments born from frustration at how slow he’s being will only cause him to draw it out even more slowly. Well, unless you beg. He also loves it when you beg.
He takes you by surprise as he pushes two of his thick fingers inside of you. Your fingernails dig into his forearm as he begins to move them inside of you. Each time he pushes them deep inside of you, they press against a spot that has pleasure starting to flow through you.
Viggo presses a chaste kiss to your lips before trailing them to your jawline and down your neck. Soon, two fingers turn into three as he continues to slowly work you open. Your arousal is dripping and sliding down his fingers and hand and is starting to smear on the inside of your thighs.
As good as his fingers feel, you want more. You need more.
“Viggo,” you moan. “Please.”
You wait for him to tease you further. To get you to beg for his cock. Instead, he pulls his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of them. He uses your arousal to slick up his cock as he strokes it. Once again, you expect him to lead you toward the bed or even tell you to hop up onto his desk. Instead, he turns you to face the mirror once more.
As he promised earlier, the purpose of the mirror is now suddenly very clear to you. Viggo wants you to watch while he takes you. The thought has excitement running through you. Many nights that you’ve shared your body with him you have only caught glimpses when you’ve looked to where your two bodies are joined as one. Now you get to see it all.
One of his hands comes to rest beneath you thigh and lifts it up, while his other hand guides the head of his cock against your entrance. You can feel the way your heart is thumping against your ribs, as well as between your legs in anticipation of what’s to come. Slowly, his cock breaches your cunt. Despite the preparation from his fingers, the stretch burns a little as your body adjusts to his size. That burn quickly turns to pleasure as he bottoms out inside of you, the head of his cock nudging against that sweet spot deep inside of you.
You can’t take your eyes off of the way that he splits you open. You have always known that he’s big, but seeing you like this makes you realise just how big he really is. It makes you wonder how he even fits inside of you in the first place.
His lips brush against your ear, his beard tickling the skin there. “Look at you, my dear. Absolutely beautiful and made just for me,” he murmurs. He’s right. You are made just for him, the same way he’s made just for you. How else could he fit so perfectly inside of you?
His cock drags along your walls as he pulls out. He leaves just the head of his cock inside of you before roughly thrusting back in. You moan loudly each time that he thrusts into you, watching how your puffy lips swallow his length each time. Each thrust is slow, but rough, stealing the breath away from your lungs and making your breasts jiggle. This angle is new and letting him reach deeper than he ever has before. Your walls flutter around him, every once in a while they squeeze his cock and draw a rare groan from him.
From the new angle to the sight of watching him fuck you, you feel like you’re slowly being set on fire. It’s pleasure like you’ve never known before and you’re sure he knows with how loud you’re being. There’s no doubt the crew can hear, but you honestly don’t even care anymore. It just feels so good and it’s a good reminder to all of them exactly who you belong to, on the off chance one of their eyes should wander. Which is also likely why Viggo has made no attempt to silence you.
His teeth skim against the soft skin of your neck, coming down to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. Without any warning his teeth sink into your soft flesh. The pain of his bite adds to the pleasure burning through your veins and an almost strangled noise leaves you. He soothes the mark with his tongue and a feather light kiss.
The hand that’s been resting on you hip this whole time, and thus keeping you pressed against his body, slides across your stomach and down between your legs. His fingers spread your folds, revealing your swollen clitoris that’s begging to be touched. His eyes meet yours, the brown of them almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupil, and he smirks.
Rough, calloused fingers press against the engorged bundle of nerves, sending almost searing pleasure through your body as you squirm in his grasp. You’re unsure whether or not you’re trying to escape him or desperate for more of his touch. Either way it doesn’t really matter as his pressure is firm as he begins to rub tight circles against your clit. Your nails return to digging into his forearm. Hard enough that you’re certain you’ll draw blood, but it cannot be helped. It’s the only thing that seems to be grounding you and stopping you from being truly overwhelmed by all of the pleasure he’s bringing you.
“Fuck, Viggo!” you suddenly shout. Your walls clamp down around his cock as your body shakes. His moan is quiet yet deep, vibrating through his chest, as he follows you over the edge. His cock twitches inside of you as fills you with his seed. There’s a lot of it, as it starts to seep out around his cock and runs down his shaft and balls, as well as the inside of your leg.
The only noises now inside of the cabin is your heavy breathing as you force air to circulate properly through your lungs once more. Your legs continue to shake as you start to come down. The only thing currently keeping you upright being Viggo and his grip on you. His breathing is just as heavy as yours. His head coming to rest against your shoulder as he comes down as well.
Viggo pulls out of you. The action has you grimacing as you start to realise how sore you now feel.
“Are you alright, my love?” Viggo finally asks, breaking the silence. His hands remain on your hips, keeping you steady.
“Yeah. Just sore,” you reply.
He nods and sweeps you off of you feet and carries you over to the bed. He lays you down amongst the furs and silks and disappears briefly to grab a piece of scrap cloth to clean you up. Afterwards, he discards the cloth and settles into the bed next to you, pulling your tired body close to his.
His hand squeezes your side ever so lightly as he kisses you. The kiss is soft and slow and you melt into it. Your orgasm has left you exhausted and the gentle touch of your betrothed is starting to lull you to sleep.
“I love you.” Is the last thing you’re aware of him saying before sleep swiftly claims you.