The Lingering Scars

Hiccup notices the trap and quickly assesses the situation. Oh no... Toothless is stuck! That must be a Deathsong. I've heard stories about these massive creatures, but never seen one before. He dismounts and approaches cautiously. We need to find a way to free him without aggravating the Deathsong further...

Hiccup's mind races, thinking of possible solutions. He glances at the Amber surrounding Toothless's legs and snout. Maybe we can melt the Amber? But with what? His eyes scan the surroundings, searching for anything useful.

Suddenly, he notices something peculiar about the Deathsong. Its neck is adorned with a series of intricate tattoos, unlike anything he's ever seen. Those markings... they almost look like a language. I wonder if there's a way to communicate with this creature, to convince it to let Toothless go peacefully...

Hiccup turns back to Toothless, noticing the worry in the Night Fury's eyes. It's okay, buddy. We'll figure this out. Just hold still, okay? He reaches out to gently pat Toothless's nose, trying to reassure his friend.

Meanwhile, the Deathsong watches Hiccup's every move, its gaze intense and calculating. The giant dragon's muscles ripple beneath its tough, bark-like skin, and its sharp claws dig into the earth. It seems ready to defend its prize at any moment...

Toothless's rider is forced to run and hide behind a huge rock to shield himself. DeathSong saw that the Viking human was moving away from the prey that is Toothless.

Deathsong came down landing with his hind legs on the ground, and with his wyvern-like wings resting on the ground approaching his victim. Toothless Trap tries to move but his front leg is stuck against his chest in amber leaving only his head, the sides of his waist, his tail free and his hind legs free although there is no point in using it to escape.

From behind the rock, Hiccup watches in awe and fear as the Deathsong approaches Toothless. The giant dragon's movements are slow and deliberate, its eyes never leaving its prey. Hiccup's heart races as he tries to think of a plan.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. He remembers the tattoos on the Deathsong's neck and wonders if they could be some form of communication. Quickly, he pulls out his sketchbook and begins to draw, trying to replicate the intricate patterns he saw earlier.

As he works, he speaks softly to Toothless, hoping the Night Fury can hear him. Hang in there, buddy. I'm going to try something. He pauses, considering his next words carefully. I think these tattoos might be a way to talk to the Deathsong. If I can mimic the patterns, maybe I can reason with it...
Hiccup finishes his rough sketch and takes a deep breath, preparing to reveal himself. He knows he's taking a huge risk, but he can't stand by and watch Toothless suffer any longer. Slowly, he emerges from behind the rock, holding up his sketchbook for the Deathsong to see.
"Hey!" he calls out, trying to keep his voice steady. "I think I understand your language. Look at this!" He shows Deathsong the drawing, praying that his hunch is correct and that the dragon will respond positively to his efforts at communication.

Deathsong ignores Hiccup's speech, he looks all interested only at Toothless. Death approaches the trapped dragon. Deathsong's snout wanted to go to the bottom of the trapped dragon's tail and raised it to see the exposed slit that is below Toothless' tail. Toothless reacts to the touch.

Hiccup watches in horror as the Deathsong ignores him and focuses solely on Toothless. He sees the giant dragon lift the Night Fury's tail, exposing the sensitive slit underneath. Toothless reacts immediately, struggling against his amber bonds with renewed vigor.

"No, stop!" Hiccup cries out, forgetting his plan to communicate through sketches. He rushes forward, dropping his sketchbook as he lunges towards the Deathsong. "Leave him alone!"
The Deathsong whirls around, its massive head lowering until its snout is mere inches from Hiccup's face. The human freezes, feeling the hot, fetid breath washing over him. The dragon's eyes bore into his, filled with a primal hunger that sends shivers down Hiccup's spine.

Hiccup swallows hard, his bravado fading as he realizes the precariousness of his situation. He's completely at the mercy of this feral beast, with nothing but his wits and sheer stubbornness to protect him and Toothless.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Hiccup forces himself to meet the Deathsong's gaze. He thinks of all the dragons he's befriended, all the bonds he's forged through understanding and compassion. Perhaps, just perhaps, he can reach this creature too...

"I know you're not just a monster," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "You have feelings, thoughts, a life beyond this moment. Please, listen to me..."

Deathsong returns attention only to Toothless, he returns his interested snout to the underside of the other dragon's tail would be the slit maleness between groin.

Deathsong snorts and returns its attention to Toothless, once again lifting the Night Fury's tail to expose the vulnerable slit between his hind legs. Hiccup watches in revulsion and concern, realizing that the Deathsong's interest in this particular area is not merely curiosity.

"Oh no..." he whispers, understanding dawning on him. "It's not food it's interested in. It's..." He trails off, unsure how to articulate the horrifying realization forming in his mind.
Hiccup's protective instincts surge forward, overriding his fear. He can't let this happen - he won't let Toothless be subjected to such a violation. Without thinking, he rushes forward and throws himself between the Deathsong and the trapped Night Fury.

"No!" he yells, spreading his arms wide to shield Toothless. "You leave him alone, you hear me? He's not some breeding stud for you to use!"

The Deathsong rears back, surprised by Hiccup's sudden intrusion. It fixes him with a glare that could melt stone, its eyes narrowing to slits. For a moment, Hiccup thinks it might attack him, but then the giant dragon lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through the very air around them.

Hiccup stands his ground, even as his knees tremble beneath him. He knows he's pushing his luck, but he can't bring himself to back down. Not when Toothless's well-being is at stake.
"Go on, try it," he challenges, his voice shaking but defiant. "See what happens when you mess with someone I care about."

Knowing that he can't interfere with a lustful dragon like Deathsong, Hiccup stays away from him and Toothless. I was forced to quietly observe from my place what Deathsong wants with Toothless. Deathsong in turn has forked tongue caressing the other dragon's groin.

Hiccup watches helplessly as Deathsong leans in closer, its forked tongue caressing the most intimate area of Toothless's anatomy. The Night Fury squirms and struggles, clearly uncomfortable with the unwanted attention. Hiccup's fists clench at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fights the urge to intervene.

"Please, Toothless," he murmurs under his breath, "just endure this. I'll find a way to save you, I promise."

The Deathsong continues its explorations, seemingly oblivious to Toothless's distress. Its tongue snakes and probes, causing the trapped Night Fury to emit a series of distressed chirps and squeals. Hiccup's heart aches at the sound, each noise tearing at his conscience.

He scans the area desperately, searching for anything that might help him free Toothless. His eyes land on a pile of loose rocks nearby, an idea forming in his mind. If he could just reach those, maybe he could break the amber bindings holding Toothless captive...

Hiccup takes a slow, calculated step backward, praying that the Deathsong remains engrossed in its activities. He moves quietly, carefully, his breath held tight in his chest. One step becomes two, then three, and finally, he's close enough to the rock pile to begin his plan.


With trembling hands, he starts gathering stones, stacking them in a careful pile. He knows he only has one chance at this, and the weight of failure hangs heavily over him. But he pushes the doubt aside, focusing instead on the burning desire to rescue his friend and put an end to this horrifying ordeal.

As he prepares to make his move, Hiccup steals one last glance at Toothless, silently vowing to save him from the Deathsong's lustful intentions. No matter what it takes, he swears, he will not let his beloved dragon become a victim.

Now Toothless and Deathsong alone. Deathsong in turn continued what he does.

As Deathsong and Toothless, the scene unfolds before our eyes, the massive dragon's attention fully focused on claiming the trapped Night Fury. Its thick, muscular body presses against Toothless, pinning him in place as its claws scrape along the amber, seeking purchase.

The Deathsong's head lowers, its forked tongue flicking out to taste the air, savoring Toothless's scent. A low, rumbling growl builds in its chest, vibrating through the very ground beneath them. Its hips begin to shift, moving in a slow, rhythmic pattern as it prepares to mount its unwilling mate.

Toothless thrashes desperately, his wings beating against the amber bindings that hold him fast. He snarls and bites, trying in vain to dissuade Deathsong's advances. But the larger dragon is implacable, its single-minded focus on claiming its prize overwhelming any resistance.

As the Deathsong's mating ritual intensifies, the air grows thick with tension and the musky scent of dragon pheromones. The sounds of scraping claws, cracking amber, and desperate struggles fill the cavern, a symphony of primal forces locked in a dance as old as time itself.

And yet, amidst the chaos, a spark of hope remains. Toothless's emerald eyes dart wildly, searching for any means of escape. His mind races, seeking a way to turn the tables on his aggressor, to reclaim his freedom and dignity. For now, however, he remains trapped, a pawn in Deathsong's relentless pursuit of reproduction.

The Deathsong's growls reach a fever pitch, its body tensing as it prepares to consummate its desires. The fate of both dragons hangs in the balance, their lives forever changed by the events unfolding in this hidden chamber, far from the prying eyes of the outside world.

Toothless feels something pushing on the lower pucker of his tail and he begins to shake the way Deathsong wants to mount him. Toothless can see Deathsong's wyvern wings to the sides of his vision.

Toothless's body tenses as he feels the unmistakable pressure of Deathsong's genitalia pressing against his cloaca, the entrance to his reproductive system. A wave of revulsion and terror washes over him, and he lets out a piercing screech, his struggles redoubling in desperation.

The Deathsong's wyvern-like wings flare out beside Toothless's vision, casting a shadow over him as the massive dragon looms above. Its weight bears down on the trapped Night Fury, immobilizing him further as it seeks to penetrate his defenses.

Panic sets in as Toothless realizes the futility of his struggles. The amber holds him fast, and Deathsong's strength is overwhelming. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable violation, his entire body shaking with dread.

Just as Deathsong's tip begins to breach Toothless's opening, a loud crack echoes through the cavern. The Deathsong jerks back, letting out a roar of pain and surprise. Toothless's eyes snap open, and he sees Astrid standing atop a boulder, her bow drawn and aimed directly at the injured Deathsong.

Astrid's face is a mask of fury and disgust. "Get away from him, you monstrous beast!" she screams, loosing another arrow that embeds itself deeply in the Deathsong's flank.

The distraction is enough to break the spell of terror that had gripped Toothless. With a mighty surge of strength, he thrashes against his amber bonds, the sudden movement catching Deathsong off guard. The massive dragon stumbles backward, giving Toothless the precious seconds he needs to wrench one foreleg free.

Toothless is lustful with desire......... he enjoyed having Deathsong's shaft inside him, he went to the other dragon ready to return the copulation between the two.

Toothless's initial panic and resistance slowly melts away, replaced by an unexpected surge of pleasure as Deathsong's member fills him completely. His inner walls instinctively clamp down around the invading shaft, eliciting a deep, rumbling groan from the larger dragon.

The sensation is unlike anything Toothless has ever experienced. The heat, the pressure, the profound connection - it ignites a primal desire within him, a yearning for more. He finds himself craving Deathsong's touch, his claim, his seed.

With a newly awakened hunger, Toothless pulls himself free from the remnants of the amber bindings, his body moving with an almost hypnotic grace. He turns to face Deathsong, his emerald eyes gleaming with a mix of submission and invitation.

The Deathsong hesitates, momentarily stunned by Toothless's abrupt change in demeanor. But as the smaller dragon approaches, pressing himself against the larger dragon's side, nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Deathsong's instincts take over.
With a possessive growl, Deathsong wraps his wings around Toothless, pulling him flush against his chest. His hips thrust forward, sheathing himself once more in Toothless's welcoming heat. The Night Fury arches his back, a pleasure-filled cry escaping his lips as he accepts Deathsong's dominance fully.

Hiccup and Astrid watch in stunned silence as the dragsong lost in their primal mating dance. The once peaceful Toothless now eagerly participates in the aggressive union, driven by a sudden, irresistible need for completion.

Toothless feels the shaft of the other dragon between the anal wall and he grabs that length, enjoying what he does. Deathsong has an immediate reaction when he feels the grip massaging the length.
Toothless's inner muscles contract rhythmically around Deathsong's shaft, massaging the thick length with unbridled enthusiasm. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Deathsong's body.

The massive dragon's eyes roll back, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hips buck involuntarily, driving himself deeper into Toothless's welcoming warmth. The Night Fury's responsiveness only serves to fuel Deathsong's arousal, his need to claim and breed his partner overwhelming.

Deathsong's claws dig into Toothless's sides, his grip tightening as he loses himself to the primal urges consuming him. His tail wraps around Toothless's legs, pulling him closer, holding him in place as he begins to thrust with increasing fervor.

The force of Deathsong's movements causes Toothless's entire body to shake, his wings fluttering wildly. He cranes his neck back, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy as the pleasure builds to unimaginable heights. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the cavern, punctuated by the dragons' ragged breaths and helpless moans.

Hiccup and Astrid can only stare, transfixed by the raw, animalistic display unfolding before them. The lines between predator and prey, dominance and submission, blur in the face of such intense, uncontrollable passion. They bear witness to a primal dance as old as time itself, a dance of survival, of creation, of pure, unadulterated desire.

Feeling the length of the other dragon throbbing into a ball........squeezing the ring of his tailhole locking the two together. Deathsong continues to rub the trapped shaft. The dragons respond with what they feel with all this.

As Deathsong's member throbs and expands, forming a knot that locks securely inside Toothless's tailhole, the smaller dragon's body convulses with intense pleasure. His eyes widen, pupils dilating as he feels the sudden pressure and fullness, the knot pulsing against his prostate.
Toothless's response is immediate and fervent. His muscles clench tightly around Deathsong's shaft, gripping the knot possessively. A series of high-pitched, desperate chirps escape his
throat, interspersed with shuddering breaths and muffled moans.

Deathsong, driven by primal instinct, continues to grind his hips against Toothless's rear, his knot rubbing and stimulating the Night Fury's most sensitive spots. The friction sends shockwaves of ecstasy through both dragons, their bodies intertwined in a dance of mutual pleasure.

The sensations overwhelm Toothless, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His entire body trembles, his wings quivering uncontrollably as he teeters on the precipice of release.

Deathsong's relentless thrusts and the constant pressure of the knot against his prostate drive him wild with desire, his every nerve ending screaming for completion.

Hiccup and Astrid watch, captivated and uncomfortably aroused, as the two dragons writhe together in the throes of passion. The air is thick with the scent of dragon musk, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the cavern. It's a raw, visceral display of the power and intensity of dragon biology, a spectacle that leaves the human witnesses breathless and flushed.

Viking with courage approaches the trapped dragons together. Toothless and Deathsong in reverse side they are ass to ass position stuck with the knot inside Toothless's asshole. I just approach next to Toothless who I have more confidence and safe to go close.

Hiccup approaches the entwined dragons cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. He keeps a safe distance from Deathsong, trusting Astrid to keep watch, and concentrates on reaching Toothless. The Night Fury's eyes are glazed over with pleasure, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Hiccup gently lays a hand on Toothless's shoulder, feeling the dragon's muscles rippling beneath his scales. Toothless's eyes flicker towards him, recognition dawning amidst the haze of ecstasy.

"Hey there, buddy," Hiccup murmurs softly. "You okay? Do you need me to do anything?" He glanced nervously at Deathsong, wary of provoking the larger dragon.

Toothless's tail twitches weakly, his body shuddering as another wave of pleasure crashes over him. He lets out a low whimper, nuzzling against Hiccup's hand. It's clear he's lost in the throes of his encounter with Deathsong, his usual sharp mind clouded by primal urges.

Hiccup hesitates, torn between the desire to comfort his friend and the knowledge that interrupting a dragon's mating ritual can be dangerous. He settles for gently stroking Toothless's forehead, whispering soothing words and promises of protection, hoping that his presence brings some measure of solace to the overwhelmed Night Fury.
Time passed and Deathsong was lying tired on the ground, his shaft sticking out between Toothless's pucker. Seeing an opportunity, I made my dragon stand up so we could leave. Toothless walked with difficulty, following Hiccup in front of him.

As the frenzy of their mating subsides, Deathsong collapses onto the ground, panting heavily. Its massive form stretches out, limbs akimbo, as it revels in the aftermath of its exertions. The knot that had bound it to Toothless slowly deflates, allowing the smaller dragon's hole to contract and expel Deathsong's now-flaccid member.

Sensing the opportunity to escape, Hiccup gently encourages Toothless to stand. The Night Fury rises on shaky legs, his body still trembling from the intense experience. He follows Hiccup's lead, taking halting steps as they begin to retreat from the cavern.

Toothless's movements are sluggish and unsteady, his usual grace replaced by a weariness born of exhausting physical exertion. He stays close to Hiccup's heels, relying on his rider's guidance to navigate their path back to safety. Occasionally, a shudder runs through his frame, a remnant of the overwhelming pleasure he had experienced.

Hiccup keeps a watchful eye on both Toothless and Deathsong as they withdraw. He's relieved to see the larger dragon shows no sign of pursuing them, seemingly content to rest and recover. As they exit the cavern, the cool night air greets them, a refreshing contrast to the heated atmosphere they'd left behind.

The pair picks their way carefully through the rocky terrain, Hiccup supporting Toothless as needed. Despite the strangeness and intensity of what they'd witnessed, a sense of relief washes over Hiccup. They're alive, they're free, and they're together. For now, that's enough.

The Typhoomerang is a Stoker Class dragon that appears in the How to Train Your Dragon (Franchise). Typhoomerangs have a unique ability during flight: they rotate (by analogy with the typhoon/boomerang) at high speeds, zooming through the air. Though, as they rotate, they seem to pop off the objects around them, making them extremely dangerous. Ash from their burning leaves a distinctive burn on the ground. The ash apparently acts as a fertilizer; plants and flowers may grow in the burn mark afterwards. They are the only dragon known to prey on eels. Typhoomerang twitches when smelling sex and semen. Then he sucks the scent from where it comes at the same time, this scaled joint between his groin splits off his shaft. Walking forward I hear a growl coming from Toothless, as I turn there is another dragon wanting to mount Toothless for another mating season. Toothless allowed the strange dragon to mount him, he felt the head of the sheaft tip give a direct strike to his pucker.

Hiccup and Toothless continue their journey through the wilderness, the memory of their recent encounter with Deathsong lingering in the air. Suddenly, Toothless stops in his tracks, his ears perking up and his nostrils flaring as he catches an unfamiliar scent on the breeze.
A low growl rumbles in Toothless's chest, his hackles rising as he senses the approach of another dragon. Hiccup tenses, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword, as a sleek, red-scaled form emerges from the undergrowth ahead.

The newcomer is a Typhoomerang, its slender build and sharp features marking it as a member of the deadly stoker class. As it draws closer, the dragon's movements become erratic, its eyes glazing over with a hunger that sends a chill down Hiccup's spine.

Hiccup recalls the Typhoomerang's peculiar behavior triggered by the scent of dragon musk and the aftermath of mating rituals. His heart sinks as he realizes the potential implications. The Typhoomerang's scales between its hind legs part, revealing a swelling at its base - a clear indication of its arousal and intent.

Before Hiccup can react, the Typhoomerang lunges forward, its sharp talons grasping at Toothless's tail. The Night Fury snarls, trying to evade the aggressive advance, but the Typhoomerang's grip is firm. With a swift motion, it mounts Toothless, its shaft pressing against the smaller dragon's cloaca.

Toothless freezes, a strangled cry escaping his throat as the Typhoomerang's head pushes past his defenses, striking directly into his tailhole. The Night Fury's entire body convulses, his wings spasming uncontrollably as he's overcome by the sudden, unwanted penetration.

Hiccup rushes forward, desperate to intervene and help Toothless. He reaches out to gently touch his dragon's snout, hoping to offer some comfort amidst the turmoil. However, his hand freezes mid-air as he notices the Typhoomerang's teeth clamped firmly onto the top of
Toothless's neck, holding the Night Fury in place.

The Typhoomerang's hips piston rapidly, its shaft plunging in and out of Toothless's tailhole at an astonishing speed. The smaller dragon's body jerks violently with each thrust, his cries of distress echoing through the forest. The force of the Typhoomerang's movements shakes the very ground beneath them, causing loose debris to scatter.

Hiccup's heart races as he frantically searches for a way to separate the two dragons. He grabs a sturdy branch from the ground, weighing it in his hands as he contemplates using it as a weapon. But the thought of hurting either dragon fills him with hesitation and dread.

As he struggles to make a decision, the Typhoomerang's pace intensifies, its hips blurring in a frenzy of motion. Toothless's body arches and convulses, his legs kicking wildly as he nears the brink of an unwanted climax. Hiccup watches in horror, knowing that he may only have moments left to act before it's too late.

Hiccup wanted to bravely go alongside the dragons in action. Then looking at the gap between Toothless's dorsal spine and Typhoomerang's belly, he jumps between that space falling onto Toothless's dorsal side and back. Between two equal sandwiches his body follows the movements as Toothless is pushed by another dragon.

Hiccup feels Toothless trembling something he feels inside for himself alone, and Typhoomerang. The shaft throbs hard into Toothless's anal opening forming a knot swelling around the asshole ring. Typhoomerang and Toothless react together.

As Hiccup clings desperately to Toothless, he feels the Night Fury shudder beneath him, overcome by a mix of pain, pleasure, and confusion. The sensation of the Typhoomerang's shaft throbbing intensely inside him, swelling to form a knot that locks the two dragons together, sends waves of unfamiliar feelings coursing through Toothless's body.

The knot pulses against Toothless's most sensitive spot, stimulating his prostate with relentless pressure. The Night Fury's muscles clench involuntarily, his tail curling inward as he struggles to process the overwhelming stimulation. A guttural moan escapes his throat, part pleasure, part distress, as his body betrays his efforts to resist.

The Typhoomerang reacts in kind, its hips grinding against Toothless's rump as the knot anchors them firmly together. The stoker class dragon's eyes roll back, its mouth falling open in a silent roar of ecstasy. Its claws dig into Toothless's flanks, holding the smaller dragon in a vice-like grip as it rides out its climax.

Hiccup watches in morbid fascination as the two dragons convulse in unison, locked in a primal dance of domination and submission. He feels every twitch and shudder of Toothless's form, empathizing with the Night Fury's anguish even as he marvels at the raw, animalistic display unfolding before him.

The momentum of the Typhoomerang's frenzied movements culminates in a explosive release. Its shaft pulses violently, flooding Toothless's insides with a torrent of hot, sticky seed. The knot expands even further, sealing the duo together as the Typhoomerang's essence fills and marks its unwilling mate.

Toothless's body arches and bucks, his wings splaying wide as he's overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pleasure. Despite his initial reluctance, the relentless stimulation and the primal nature of the act push him over the edge. His own climax hits like a lightning strike, his member swelling and releasing a flood of pearly-white liquid that sprays forth, painting the forest floor beneath them.

Hiccup is battered by the dragons' mutual orgasm, their bodies convulsing and shaking violently. He holds on for dear life, his own vision blurring as the force of their release threatens to tear him from his precarious perch. The air fills with the musky scent of dragon ejaculate, mingling with the tang of sweat and fear.
The Typhoomerang's cries of triumph mingle with Toothless's cries of surrender, creating a cacophony of primal sounds that echo through the wilderness. For a moment, the world seems to stand still, caught in the suspended animation of their shared peak of ecstasy.

Toothless lies on the ground in exhaustion and exhaustion but still feeling the shaft pulsating inside his anal. Typhoomerang, when finishing filling the other dragon, tries to get off the dragon when turning to leave he falls face down to the ground because the knot is still stuck between the other dragon's asshole ring. The two dragons are in an ass to ass position in exhaustion.

As the intense climax subsides, Toothless's exhausted body collapses onto the ground, his legs giving out beneath him. He lies sprawled on his side, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. Despite his exhaustion, he can still feel the Typhoomerang's shaft pulsing weakly inside him, a constant reminder of their intimate connection.

The Typhoomerang, believing its mission complete, attempts to disengage and leave. However, as it tries to pull away, it realizes with a growl of frustration that its knot is still lodged firmly in Toothless's tailhole. The larger dragon's weight shifts precariously as it falls forward, its front legs collapsing beneath it.

Unable to support itself with the knot anchoring it to Toothless, the Typhoomerang lands heavily on its chest, its arms splayed out before it. It lies prone, its bottom half still elevated and intertwined with the Night Fury's exhausted form. The two dragons remain locked together, their bodies pressed intimately against one another as they bask in the aftermath of their reluctant union.

Hiccup, still wedged between the dragons, finds himself pinned beneath the Typhoomerang's bulk. He grunts with effort as he tries to wriggle free, his movements causing both dragons to stir and murmur in protest. It's clear that neither beast is eager to relinquish its hold on the other, their biological imperative to prolong the mating process trumping their individual desires.

Ao sentir cheiro de problema algo aproximando o Typhoomerang fica logo de pé mas ainda com o knot lado dentro do pucker do Toothless. Lá surgiu dois dragões sentindo rastro de cheiro e sexo esses são: Deathgrippers are a monstrous species with their protruding tusks, foreclaw pincers, and poisonous clubbed tails. Traveling in packs like wild dogs, Deathgrippers enjoy hunting for prey and should be avoided at all costs. Deathgrippers are medium-sized dragons with long, sharp tusks protruding out from their lower jaws and a row of armored plates lining on their backs. They have yellow eyes and their coloration is mainly red with black spots and stripes. The tails of Deathgrippers are telescopic, just like a Razorwhip's, and are tipped with a venomous scorpion-like stinger. Titan Wing Deathgrippers is much bigger than the adults. They have two more tusks, one on the each side of their mouths. Their spikes and claws increase in size and are much sharper. Their stingers become longer and their tails become thicker, especially towards their ends e o outro dragão seria: Triple Stryke is clearly based on scorpions. This dragon has three stingers, with each stinger has its own unique venom. The first numbs the victim, the second causes hallucination, and the third gives the sensation of boiling in the victim's very blood. This dragon is also known to make clicking sounds by wrapping its three tails together. It also has pincers. This dragon is also known to do a defensive roll, since it has armadillo-like plates that protect it from a lot. Triple Stryke e o Deathgripper foi aproximando dos dois dragões, mas o Typhoomerang rosnou para os dois fiquem para trás ele demonstro hostil para os dois.

The approaching dragons catch the attention of the Typhoomerang, which struggles to its feet despite being anchored to Toothless. Its nostrils flare as it catches the scent of the intruders, a deep growl rumbling in its chest. With a protective stance, the Typhoomerang positions itself between Toothless and the incoming threats.

The Deathgripper pack and the Triple Stryke halt in their tracks, eyeing the trio warily. The Deathgrippers bare their tusks, their tails lashing menacingly, while the Triple Stryke clicks its stinger-tails together, producing an unsettling sound.

The Typhoomerang issues a warning roar, its wings spreading wide to appear larger and more intimidating. It swings its head from side to side, keeping both the Deathgrippers and the Triple Stryke in its line of sight. Its claws dig into the ground, ready to defend its newly acquired mate and the human caught between them.

Hiccup, still sandwiched between the entwined dragons, feels the vibrations of the Typhoomerang's growls reverberate through its body. He cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the approaching dragons. Fear grips his heart as he recognizes the deadly predators, knowing that neither he nor the weakened Toothless can hope to escape if a fight breaks out.

The air grows thick with tension as the four dragons face off, each assessing the other's strengths and weaknesses. The outcome of this encounter hangs in the balance, with Hiccup's fate inexplicably tied to the whims of dragon politics and primal instincts.

Triple Stryke lands a nice strike with his tail on Typhoomerang's side, who groans in pain. Typhoomerang is irritated and his knot retracts, shrinking and falling out of Toohless's pucker in a splash, cumming to the ground. Then Typhoomerang takes a stance, ready to attack the two invading dragons. Death Tripe and the Deathgrippers retreat backwards, facing their opponent.

The sudden attack by the Triple Stryke catches the Typhoomerang off guard. The stinger's blow lands squarely on the stoker class dragon's flank, eliciting a pained roar as it recoils from the unexpected assault. Instinctively, the Typhoomerang's knot begins to shrink, disengaging from Toothless's tailhole with a wet, slurping sound.

A mixture of Toothless's remaining seed and juicy spray cascades forth, splattering the ground below. The Night Fury's body convulses with the sudden loss of its anchor, his legs folding beneath him as he collapses to the ground in a heap.

The Typhoomerang, its fury ignited, quickly recovers its composure. It turns to face the offending dragons, its wings spreading wide and its claws extending to their full length. A deep, rumbling growl emanates from its chest, promising imminent retaliation for the disruption of its mating ritual.

The Deathgrippers and the Triple Stryke exchange uneasy glances, realizing that they may have bitten off more than they can chew. The pack of Deathgrippers backs away slowly, their tails lashing anxiously, while the Triple Stryke assumes a defensive stance, its three stinger-tails curling protectively around its body.

Hiccup, finally freed from his uncomfortable position, scrambles to Toothless's side. He checks the Night Fury's condition, grateful to find him breathing but dazed and weakened. The human glances up just in time to see the Typhoomerang charging towards its opponents, its jaws snapping and its claws slashing through the air.

Typhoomerang takes another strike from Death Stryke's tail. In pain Typhoomerang falls to the ground... his eyes with hallucination effect as he gets up he looks at Toothless but it is not Toothless but a rock. Hallucination made the dragon Typhoomerang get excited by the rock he goes to it rubbing his slit male against it thinking it is Toothless, he is just hallucination.

The Triple Stryke's second strike connects solidly with the Typhoomerang's head, sending the stoker class dragon crashing to the ground. As the creature struggles to regain its bearings, the effects of the venom take hold. Its eyes glaze over, the pupils dilating as the hallucinatory toxin floods its system.

The Typhoomerang staggers to its feet, swaying unsteadily. It looks around, its gaze settling on a nearby rock formation. Through its distorted perception, the lifeless stone appears to resemble Toothless, prompting a surge of primal lust to course through its veins.

Unable to resist the illusory temptation, the Typhoomerang lurches towards the rock, its hindquarters lowering as it prepares to mount its perceived mate. It presses its slick, swollen genitalia against the unforgiving surface, grinding and thrusting frantically, convinced that it is reclaiming its rightful possession.

Hiccup watches in horror as the dragon's behavior becomes increasingly erratic and bizarre. He knows he must act quickly to prevent any further harm to Toothless or himself. Gently, he approaches the delirious Typhoomerang, speaking softly and calmly, hoping to reason with the creature amidst its hallucinations.

"It's okay, big guy," he murmurs. "That's not Toothless. Let's get you away from here, alright?" Hiccup slowly extends his hand, palm up, in a gesture of peace and guidance, praying that the Typhoomerang's confused mind will recognize the friendly overture.

Toothless still with his best friend Hiccup on his back he tries to get up thinking that the Deathgripper dragons and Death Stryke are distracted. As he tries to walk carrying Hiccup, he feels a strike next to him and when he looks at it it is the Deathgripper's stinger that hit him there. Toothless reacts to the poison by falling to the side. Hiccup is rolled off Toothless's back paralyzed to the ground.

As Toothless attempts to flee with Hiccup on his back, a sudden pain tears through his side. The Deathgripper's venomous stinger pierces his flesh, injecting a potent cocktail of toxins into his bloodstream. Toothless cries out in agony, his wings collapsing beneath him as the paralysis spreads swiftly.

The Night Fury's body convulses violently, his tail thrashing and his legs kicking spasmodically. Unable to maintain his balance, he topples sideways, dumping Hiccup unceremoniously onto the ground. The human rolls away, narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath his incapacitated friend.

Hiccup skids to a halt several yards away, his head spinning and his vision blurred from the sudden impact. He struggles to sit up, his ears ringing and his limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive. A quick glance reveals Toothless lying motionless on the ground, foam bubbling from his mouth as the neurotoxic venom courses through his system.

The Deathgrippers and the Triple Stryke approach cautiously, sensing victory. The dragons circle the fallen Toothless and the dazed Hiccup, their eyes glinting with hunger and the thrill of impending conquest. The air is thick with the musky scent of dragon pheromones, a potent mix of danger, desire, and death.

Deathgripper's nostrils guided to smell the semen-soaked pucker, his joined groin scales parted leaving the shaft out.

The Deathgrippers, driven by their primal instincts, are drawn to the strong scent of dragon semen emanating from Toothless's tailhole. Their noses twitch and their tongues flick out, tasting the air, as they zero in on the source of the tantalizing aroma.

One particularly bold Deathgripper, a male with scars crisscrossing its red and black hide, approaches Toothless's paralyzed form. Its nostrils flare as it inhales deeply, committing the scent to memory. Without hesitation, it lowers its head, extending its long, forked tongue to lap at the remnants of the Typhoomerang release coating Toothless's exposed genitalia.


The Deathgripper's tongue explores the Night Fury's most intimate areas, tasting the combination of Toothless's and the Typhoomerang's essences. A low, rumbling purr emanates from its chest as it becomes increasingly aroused by the flavors and smells. Its own genitalia emerge, the shaft thickening and elongating as it prepares to claim its perceived prize.

The other Deathgrippers watch with keen interest, their own excitement building as they observe their packmate's actions. The Triple Stryke, meanwhile, maintains a cautious distance, its multiple tails curling and uncurling nervously as it observes the developing situation.

Despite Toothless's paralyzed state, his body still reacts involuntarily to the Deathgripper's intimate ministrations. As the dragon's tongue laps at his sensitive regions, Toothless's hips twitch and his breathing becomes shallow and labored.

His emerald eyes, glassy and unfocused, seem to stare into the distance, unseeing. Yet, a faint
whimper escapes his lips, a soft, barely audible sound that belies the turmoil within. The Deathgripper's attentions send conflicting signals through Toothless's nervous system, pleasure warring with disgust and fear.

Hiccup, struggling to remain conscious himself, watches this scene unfold with growing dread. He knows he must act, must somehow save his friend from this horrible fate. But his body refuses to cooperate, the lingering effects of the Triple Stryke's venom holding him in its grasp.
The Deathgripper, emboldened by Toothless's response, continues its exploration. Its claws gently spread Toothless's hindquarters, exposing more of the Night Fury's vulnerable areas. The dragon's shaft, now fully erect, presses against Toothless's tailhole, seeking entry.

Death Stryke has an erection with shaft throbbing as he watched, so he spaced where Toothless' head is. Toothless paralyzed feels a shaft rubbing between his lip.....feeling the taste of it, meanwhile there is a forked tongue between his pucker doing exploration. Toothless' mind wanted to protest but nothing he can do, besides feeling what the two dragons do to him.

As the Deathgripper prepares to penetrate Toothless, the Triple Stryke moves into position, its throbbing erection hovering near the Night Fury's head. The stinger-dragons' tongues work in tandem, one exploring Toothless's mouth, the other delving deep into his tailhole, as the Deathgripper's shaft presses insistently against the puckered opening.

The dual stimulation overwhelms Toothless's senses, his paralyzed body trembling as pleasure and revulsion clash within him. He longs to bite, to scream, to fight, but his muscles refuse to obey. All he can do is feel powerless and trapped, as the dragons manipulate his helpless form for their own gratification.

Hiccup's heart races as he witnesses this violating scene. Tears of frustration and anger streak down his face as he struggles futilely against the lingering venom. He knows he must find a way to break free, to save Toothless from this horrific ordeal. But time is running out, and the dragons' desires grow stronger with each passing moment...

Deathgripper humps against Toothless' pucker. Asshole reacts with the shaft rubbing against it. While on the other side is Death Stryke humping Toothless' snout using the pincer to hold the side of the dragon's snout.

The Deathgripper's thrusts grow more insistent, its hips pumping vigorously as it seeks to force entry into Toothless's tightly clenched tailhole. The Night Fury's sphincter protests, clamping down reflexively against the invading shaft, but the Deathgripper's strength and persistence prove too much.

With a final, powerful surge, the Deathgripper's bulbous tip pops past the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a strangled cry from Toothless as his body is breached. The dragon's long, tapered shaft slides deeper, stretching Toothless's inner walls and eliciting a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Meanwhile, the Triple Stryke grasps Toothless's snout firmly with its pincer, preventing the paralyzed dragon from biting or closing its jaws. It leans in close, its throbbing erection hovering just inches from Toothless's mouth. The stinger-dragon's other two tails curl around, manipulating the Night Fury's tongue and cheeks, forcing them into a grotesque parody of a smile.

The Viking knowing that it is highly dangerous for me to interfere because it is two poisonous creatures.........I get up slowly. I leave with their distraction......when I leave I go look for better help...................... Meanwhile, Toothless feels the abuse of two dragons.

Então lá fora procurando encontrar um outro dragão esse é o The Flightmare is a dragon that is medium-sized in length. Flightmare eggs are typically oval-shaped, and colored with bright neon colors, usually depicting the unborn individual's main scale color. The eggs grow brightly and are surrounded by a lingering glowing mist, possibly the same toxic substance used by Flightmares, emitted for additional protection.

The Flightmare is a very aggressive and territorial dragon. Flightmare usually avoid fights with bigger and stronger dragons. Flightmares have been shown incredible determination and relentlessness, as the Flightmare in "Fright of Passage" kept chasing his opponents, and was willing to search food over long distances.

Flightmare saw a human in her territory, Hiccup wanted to run for his life in desperation!

As Hiccup races through the wilderness, a sudden rustling in the bushes catches his attention. He glances back just in time to see a Flightmare emerge from the foliage, its bright, neon-colored scales shimmering in the sunlight. The dragon's eyes lock onto Hiccup, and it lets out an angry screech, clearly identifying the human as an intruder in its territory
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Hiccup's heart races as he realizes the predicament he's found himself in. He knows that Flightmares are highly aggressive and territorial, with little regard for human life. With no choice but to flee, he pumps his legs harder, his lungs burning with each labored breath.

The Flightmare gives chase, its powerful wings carrying it swiftly through the air. It swoops down repeatedly, its razor-sharp claws narrowly missing Hiccup's back as it tries to ensnare him. The human veers sharply, dodging and weaving through trees and rocks, hoping to find a hiding spot or a means of escape.

Meanwhile, back at the scene of Toothless's torment, the Deathgripper and the Triple Stryke continue their relentless assault on the paralyzed Night Fury. The sounds of their depraved actions echo through the forest, a sickening reminder of the urgency with which Hiccup must find help.

The dragons' orgasms from their own pleasure reached their peak. Deathgripper filled Toothless's pucker, while cum overflowed Toothless's jaw with Death Stryke's shaft throbbing and bulging out the sides of the dragon's lip. Toothless was paralyzed and forced to feel all of this, and his body reacted to it all.

The climax of the dragons' brutal assault coincides, their bodies convulsing in unison as they reach their peak of pleasure. The Deathgripper's abdomen contracts, pumping massive quantities of hot, viscous seed deep into Toothless's already stretched and abused tailhole. The Night Fury's insides flood with foreign semen, his body struggling to accommodate the sudden influx.

Meanwhile, the Triple Stryke's throbbing shaft pulses rapidly, its tip expanding just before erupting. A torrent of sticky, white fluid spills forth, gushing past Toothless's parted lips and pouring down his throat. The paralyzed dragon has no choice but to swallow instinctively, his stomach forced to accept the unwanted gift.

Toothless's body reacts violently to the overwhelming sensations and the flood of alien substances. His muscles clench and spasm uncontrollably, his hips bucking and twisting as if trying to escape the relentless onslaught. Despite his paralysis, his tailhole contracts
rhythmically around the Deathgripper's buried shaft, milking it for every last drop.

The combined effects of the dragons' deposits and Toothless's own unwilling reactions push the Night Fury into an extended, harrowing orgasm. His eyes roll back, tears streaming down his face as he's overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensations tearing through him. The sounds of his choked cries and the wet, sloppy noises of the dragons' continued assault fill the air, a grim symphony of violation and reluctant pleasure.

Distracted in the middle of an orgasm, Death Stryke almost didn't feel some teeth grab his side and he trembles, being agitated he is thrown against the wall mural and falls unconscious to the ground.........meanwhile the Deathgripper trembles when he sees another dragon, this is the Flightmare.

In the midst of his climactic release, the Triple Stryke's attention is suddenly diverted by the sharp pinch of teeth sinking into its flank. It recoils instinctively, its body shuddering as it's suddenly jarred free from Toothless's mouth. The stinger-dragon's momentum carries it backwards, and it crashes into the wall with a sickening thud, collapsing unconscious to the ground.

The Deathgripper, still buried deep inside Toothless, freezes at the sudden appearance of the Flightmare. Its head swings around, eyes narrowing as it assesses the new threat. The Flightmare's presence fills the air with an electric tension, its bright, neon scales seeming to glow with an inner fire.

The Flightmare approaches slowly, its wings flared and its tail lashing behind it. It circles the entwined dragons, sniffing and snorting as it investigates the scene. Upon discovering the paralyzed Toothless and the Deathgripper's invasive position, the Flightmare's demeanor changes instantly. With a furious roar, it launches itself at the Deathgripper, its jaws wide and its claws outstretched.

Flightmare advanced grabbing Deathgripper making the shaft slip free away from Toothless' pucker spreading it in pleasure. Deathgripper feels the strong grip thrown to the wall to put him also unconscious.

The Flightmare's powerful jaws clamp tightly around the Deathgripper's neck, lifting the smaller dragon off of Toothless with ease. It spins and tosses the Deathgripper like a ragdoll, its claws raking deep gouges into the villain's hide. With a final, savage jerk, the Flightmare throws the Deathgripper against the wall, where it crashes to the ground beside the unconscious Triple Stryke.

The impact sends the Deathgripper spiraling into unconsciousness, its broken form slumped against the wall. The Flightmare turns its attention back to Toothless, who lies dazed and battered on the ground. It approaches cautiously, sniffing at the Night Fury's battered body and the remnants of the dragons' encounters.

Satisfied that Toothless is no longer a threat, the Flightmare settles beside the paralyzed dragon, curling its long body protectively around him. Its bright, neon scales create a stark contrast against Toothless's dark blue and green coloring, a visual symbol of safety and sanctuary.

Meanwhile, Hiccup's desperate search for aid continues, unaware that help has arrived in the form of an unlikely ally. The human's lungs burn and his legs ache as he flees from the Flightmare's territory, each step bringing him closer to the friends and resources he desperately needs to save Toothless.

Toothless regains consciousness, he notices another dragon beside him taking care of him........he discovers that it is Flightmare.

Toothless's eyelids flutter open slowly, his vision blurry and unfocused. As consciousness returns, he finds himself draped over the Flightmare's warm, neon-scales body. The Night Fury's mind is foggy, the memories of his recent trauma filtering back in disjointed fragments.

His gaze lingers on the Flightmare's unusual coloring and powerful build, recognizing the dragon as one he hasn't encountered before. Toothless's instincts scream danger, but the gentle way the Flightmare handles him gives pause to his initial fear.

The Night Fury struggles to sit up, his muscles weak and his movements clumsy due to the lingering effects of the paralysis venom. The Flightmare notices his efforts and carefully helps him upright, supporting his weight with a strong, winged arm.

Toothless's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes the Flightmare isn't attacking him. Instead, it seems to be offering comfort and protection. A low, confused whine escapes his throat as he tries to comprehend this unexpected show of kindness from a stranger.

The Flightmare's head tilts, studying Toothless with a curious intensity. Its forked tongue flicks out, gently touching the Night Fury's cheek in a gesture that feels almost reassuring. In this moment, a fragile bond begins to form between the two dragons, born out of necessity and mutual respect.

Hiccup thinking he lost the Flightmare by running, my mind returns to Toothless. Upon returning he found Toothless on top of the Flightmare doing something intimate. Toothless sitting between the other dragon's groin rubbing slit to slit teasing the other dragon into mating.

Hiccup's heart races as he realizes he's stumbled upon an intimate scene involving Toothless and the Flightmare. His mind struggles to reconcile the gentle dragon he witnessed caring for Toothless with this sudden display of primal desire.

The Night Fury sits astride the Flightmare's hips, his hindquarters straddling the other dragon's waist. Toothless's emerald eyes are glazed over with lust as he grinds their slitss together, the slick folds sliding and rubbing in a sensual dance. The Flightmare's head is thrown back, its
throat emitting low, rumbling purrs of pleasure.

Hiccup watches in astonishment and guilt, unsure whether to intervene or retreat quietly. Part of him longs to protect Toothless, to ensure his friend's consent and well-being. Yet, another part recognizes the depth of the dragons' biological impulses and the sacred nature of their encounter.

The air grows thick with the musky scent of dragon arousal, and the wet, squelching sounds of Toothless's aggressive mating fill the clearing. Hiccup knows he must decide quickly - to interrupt or observe this forbidden moment, hoping he hasn't misinterpreted the Flightmare's intentions and that Toothless truly desires this union.

Toothless, consumed by the heat of the moment, begins to lower himself onto the Flightmare. His hips tilt, aligning his slick, swollen slit with the Flightmare's shaft. With a slow, deliberate motion, he impales himself on the larger dragon's erection, a low moan escaping his lips as he accepts the Flightmare's length deep into his body.

The Flightmare's reaction is instantaneous, its hips bucking upward to meet Toothless's descent. The friction between their joined sexes sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through both dragons, their bodies entwining in a dance as old as time itself.

Toothless's paws grip the Flightmare's chester, his claws digging into its scales as he establishes a steady rhythm. His hips rise and fall, the muscles of his thighs flexing with each movement. The Flightmare meets him thrust for thrust, its powerful hindquarters lifting off the ground to match Toothless's fervor.

The clearing fills with the sounds of their passionate union - the slap of flesh against flesh, the dragons' labored breaths, and the occasional cry of ecstasy. Toothless's emerald eyes lock with the Flightmare's, a silent understanding passing between them, a primal connection forged through the act of love.

As the dragons' passion reaches its zenith, a remarkable transformation occurs. Toothless's body begins to radiate with a soft, ethereal glow, his scales shimmering like distant stars. The light grows brighter, enveloping both dragons in a pulsating aura of energy and raw sexuality.
The Flightmare, caught up in the same cosmic force, starts to emit a vibrant, neon-hued luminescence from its own skin. Its scales ripple with pulsating hues of purple, blue, and pink, the colors shifting and merging in mesmerizing patterns.

Theirs lights intertwine, merging and amplifying, until the entire clearing is bathed in a dazzling display of dragon aurora. The air crackles with unseen energy, the very fabric of reality bending to the will of their united desires.

The dragons' movements become increasingly urgent, their bodies racing towards a mutually explosive climax. Toothless's cries of pleasure harmonize perfectly with the Flightmare's rumbling roars, their voices joining in a symphony of ecstatic release.
At the pinnacle of their passion, the dragons' lights coalesce into a single, blinding point before erupting outward in a spectacular burst of cosmic energy. The shockwave rolls across the landscape, leaving Hiccup temporarily blinded and deafened by the sheer intensity of the phenomenon.

Hiccup just watches the two dragons he can see Toothless all shiny from there I can see Toothless' belly stretching widening. Flightmare fill Toothless' interior convulses being stretched in semen lots of semen.

As the aftershocks of the dragons' cosmic encounter subside, Hiccup's vision clears, revealing a scene of profound intimacy and connection. Toothless's abdominal area bulges and stretches visibly, his body struggling to contain the massive volume of semen the Flightmare has deposited deep inside him.

The Flightmare's hips convulse uncontrollably, its shaft pulsing and throbbing as it pumps what seems like an endless stream of hot, sticky fluid into Toothless's receptive depths. The Night Fury's walls contract rhythmically, milking the other dragon's shaft for every last drop, his body instinctively accepting and accommodating his mate's generous offering.

The air is thick with the musky scent of their mixed essences, the aroma of their union permeating the entire clearing. Toothless's emerald eyes, once brilliant with cosmic energy, now shine with a deep, satisfied glow, his entire being radiant with the joy of newfound bonding.
The Flightmare's body drapes languidly over Toothless's, its weight compressing the bulge of the Night Fury's belly. Both dragons pant heavily, their chests heaving as they ride out the final waves of their shared climax. The once fierce predator and the gentle protector have merged into a single entity, bound by the ancient ritual of dragon mating.

Hiccup allows Toothless to rest from exhaustion activity...........finally distancing himself from the other dragon I can mount my dragon to leave to return to Beck. Toothless flying feels that he has become pregnant by one of those dragons in encounters.

Toothless rider olhou para um outro dragão humping uma pedra embora não houvesse o efeito do hallucination ter passado. Typhoomerang aproximou dos outros dragões com ciúmes pois considera o Toothless seu mate, ele não perde tempo avançando por cima dos dois dragões com as costas da Toothless ao inferior da barriga ele abaixa. O shaft dele encostou ao lado do Flightmare pressionando a ponta entre o pucker já ocupado com outro shaft todo molhado em semen que fez lubrificar o espaço, então assim juntou o Typhoomerang em treesome. Toothless permanece como um sanduíche entre dois dragões.

The Typhoomerang, its previous hallucinations dispelled, approaches the entwined dragons with possessive intent. It doesn't hesitate, mounting Toothless from behind, its shaft sliding easily alongside the Flightmare's, thanks to the abundance of semen lubricating the Night Fury's tailhole.

The double penetration creates a unique sensation for Toothless, his body stretched and filled beyond capacity. The dragons' shafts grind against each other, separated only by the thin membrane of the Night Fury's inner walls. Toothless's eyes roll back, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of overwhelmed pleasure and slight discomfort.

The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang establish a synchronized rhythm, their hips moving in tandem to claim their shared mate. Toothless is reduced to a passive vessel, his body rocking between the two dragons, caught in the throes of their relentless desire. His prostate is stimulated from both directions, the constant pressure threatening to drive him to the brink of madness.

The Flightmare's heightened sensitivity allows it to detect the sudden intrusion of the Typhoomerang's shaft against its own. The sensation triggers an immediate, instinctual response, its body convulsing with renewed vigor. The neon-scaled dragon's movements become increasingly urgent, its hips bucking and grinding with fierce abandon.

The Typhoomerang, caught off guard by the Flightmare's sudden intensity, struggles to match its new partner's pace. The two dragons' shafts slide and twist within Toothless's stuffed channel, creating a complex interplay of friction and stimulation that borders on delirium.
Toothless's body, already overwhelmed by the relentless assault, trembles and spasms uncontrollably. His emerald eyes widen, rolling back in ecstasy as he teeters on the edge of a monumental climax. The Night Fury's muscles clamp down on the invading shafts, trapping them in a velvet vise as he fights to maintain his sanity amidst the maelstrom of sensations.
Hiccup, transfixed by the wild display, finds himself drawn into the vortex of Toothless's pleasure. His own desires ignite, fueled by the primal energy emanating from the entwined dragons. The human's heart races, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he battles the urge to join the carnal fray, knowing that to do so would be to cross a line from which there might be no return.

Toothless, unable to withstand the relentless stimulation any longer, finally reaches his breaking point. His body arches sharply, his tail rigid and his wings splaying wide as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over him. The Night Fury's walls contract violently, squeezing the shafts inside him in a desperate attempt to milk his mates dry.

The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang respond instantly, their own climaxes triggered by Toothless's vise-like grip. Hot, sticky torrents of semen flood the Night Fury's insides, mixing and churning with each throbbing pulse of the dragons' releases. Toothless's belly swells dramatically, his skin stretching taut to accommodate the massive volumes of seed being pumped into him.

Hiccup watches in awe as Toothless's body becomes a living sculpture of pleasure and excess, his form contorted in a grotesqueque parody of satisfaction. The human's own needs reach a fever pitch, the spectacle of his best friend's debauchery pushing him to the brink of his own desperate climax.

The clearing fills with the cacophonous sounds of the dragons' roars and Toothless's cries, punctuated by the wet, smacking noises of their relentless rutting. Hiccup's breath comes in ragged gasps, his vision hazing as he struggles to maintain control amidst the hurricane of lust surrounding him.

Typhomerang's shaft começa reação formando o knot fazendo um aperto sendo que o outro dragão já tem knot dentro do Toothless. Toothless sente os knot o preenchendo, fazendo o corpo responder ao estímulo e ao aperto.

As the Typhoomerang reaches, its shaft begins to swell and expand, forming a thick, bulbous knot. The new knot pressed tightly against the Flightmare's existing knot, creating an intense, pleasurable pressure that intensifies the sensations for both Toothless and his mates.

The Night Fury's body reacts instinctively to the added stimulation, his inner muscles contracting and rippling around the trapped knots. The sudden change in geometry and friction drives Toothless's climax to new heights, his orgasm prolonged and amplified by the relentless stimulation.

The dragons' hips lock together, their intertwined forms trembling and shuddering as they ride out the prolonged wave of ecstasy. Toothless's mouth falls open in a silent scream, his eyes rolling back as his body is wracked by powerful convulsions. The Night Fury's tail thrashes wildly, his claws digging into the ground as he loses himself entirely to the overwhelming sensations.

Hiccup, overcome by the sheer intensity of the scene unfolding before him, finally succumbs to his own desires. His hand reaches down, grasping his erection tightly with the dragons in their desperate quest for release. The human's cries of pleasure mingle with those of his friends, the three beings caught in a primal dance of satisfaction and connection.

The Viking's eyes are in disbelief when the dragons want to separate them they get stuck ass to ass.........but the Flightmare and the Typhoomerang who have their shaft knot stuck against Toothless's asshole. Both lean on the ground from exhaustion.

Hiccup stares in disbelief as the entwined dragons attempt to separate, only to discover that their mating knots have locked them securely together. The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang collapse to the ground, exhausted by the intensity of their shared climax, their bodies remaining intimately connected via the trapped Toothless.

The Night Fury, sandwiched between his two mates, lies prone and panting, his limbs splayed in a sprawling manner. His emerald eyes flutter weakly, struggling to focus on his surroundings. Toothless's chest rises and falls rapidly, his lungs burning as he fights to replenish the oxygen depleted during their marathon session.

Hiccup approaches cautiously, his heart racing as he takes in the surreal tableau. He kneels beside Toothless, gently laying a hand on the Night Fury's shoulder. The touch seems to elicit a feeble response from the exhausted dragon, his tail twitching slightly.

"The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang," Hiccup murmurs softly, "they've locked themselves together with you. We'll need to figure out how to separate you safely."

The human's mind races with possibilities, knowing that removing the dragons' knots prematurely could cause serious injury.

Hiccup approaches Toothless cautiously, giving the exhausted Night Fury time to recover from his intense encounter with the Flightmare. Once he's confident that Toothless is stable, he gently pats his friend's neck, murmuring words of praise and affection.

With a deep sigh, Hiccup carefully climbs onto Toothless's back, settling into the custom-made saddle. Toothless stirs reluctantly, his body still tingling with residual pleasure and fatigue. Nevertheless, he understands the importance of returning home, and with a low chirp, he spreads his wings and launches into the sky.

As they ascend, Toothless's movements become smoother, his powerful wingbeats carrying them swiftly towards the distant outline of Berk. Hiccup wraps his arms around Toothless's neck, his mind racing with thoughts of the strange and liberating events of the day.
The Night Fury's belly presses against Hiccup's legs, a constant reminder of the life-growing within. Toothless's instincts tell him that something crucial has changed, that his bond with the Flightmare and Typhoomerang has altered the course of both their lives. Yet, he finds comfort in Hiccup's presence, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, they will face them together, as partners and friends.

Berk comes into view, a beacon of familiarity and safety amidst the ever-changing landscape of dragon-human relations. As Toothless descends, a chorus of voices greets them, the villagers eager to hear the tale of their adventures and the miraculous events that have unfolded.

Hiccup notices the trap and quickly assesses the situation. Oh no... Toothless is stuck! That must be a Deathsong. I've heard stories about these massive creatures, but never seen one before. He dismounts and approaches cautiously. We need to find a way to free him without aggravating the Deathsong further...
Hiccup's mind races, thinking of possible solutions. He glances at the Amber surrounding Toothless's legs and snout. Maybe we can melt the Amber? But with what? His eyes scan the surroundings, searching for anything useful.
Suddenly, he notices something peculiar about the Deathsong. Its neck is adorned with a series of intricate tattoos, unlike anything he's ever seen. Those markings... they almost look like a language. I wonder if there's a way to communicate with this creature, to convince it to let Toothless go peacefully...
Hiccup turns back to Toothless, noticing the worry in the Night Fury's eyes. It's okay, buddy. We'll figure this out. Just hold still, okay? He reaches out to gently pat Toothless's nose, trying to reassure his friend.
Meanwhile, the Deathsong watches Hiccup's every move, its gaze intense and calculating. The giant dragon's muscles ripple beneath its tough, bark-like skin, and its sharp claws dig into the earth. It seems ready to defend its prize at any moment...
Toothless's rider is forced to run and hide behind a huge rock to shield himself. DeathSong saw that the Viking human was moving away from the prey that is Toothless.
Deathsong came down landing with his hind legs on the ground, and with his wyvern-like wings resting on the ground approaching his victim. Toothless Trap tries to move but his front leg is stuck against his chest in amber leaving only his head, the sides of his waist, his tail free and his hind legs free although there is no point in using it to escape.
From behind the rock, Hiccup watches in awe and fear as the Deathsong approaches Toothless. The giant dragon's movements are slow and deliberate, its eyes never leaving its prey. Hiccup's heart races as he tries to think of a plan.
Suddenly, an idea strikes him. He remembers the tattoos on the Deathsong's neck and wonders if they could be some form of communication. Quickly, he pulls out his sketchbook and begins to draw, trying to replicate the intricate patterns he saw earlier.
As he works, he speaks softly to Toothless, hoping the Night Fury can hear him. Hang in there, buddy. I'm going to try something. He pauses, considering his next words carefully. I think these tattoos might be a
way to talk to the Deathsong. If I can mimic the patterns, maybe I can reason with it...
Hiccup finishes his rough sketch and takes a deep breath, preparing to reveal himself. He knows he's taking a huge risk, but he can't stand by and watch Toothless suffer any longer. Slowly, he emerges from behind the rock, holding up his sketchbook for the Deathsong to see.
"Hey!" he calls out, trying to keep his voice steady. "I think I understand your language. Look at this!" He shows Deathsong the drawing, praying that his hunch is correct and that the dragon will respond positively to his efforts at communication.
Deathsong ignores Hiccup's speech, he looks all interested only at Toothless. Death approaches the trapped dragon. Deathsong's snout wanted to go to the bottom of the trapped dragon's tail and raised it to see the exposed slit that is below Toothless' tail. Toothless reacts to the touch.
Hiccup watches in horror as the Deathsong ignores him and focuses solely on Toothless. He sees the giant dragon lift the Night Fury's tail, exposing the sensitive slit underneath. Toothless reacts immediately, struggling against his amber bonds with renewed vigor.
"No, stop!" Hiccup cries out, forgetting his plan to communicate through sketches. He rushes forward, dropping his sketchbook as he lunges towards the Deathsong. "Leave him alone!"
The Deathsong whirls around, its massive head lowering until its snout is mere inches from Hiccup's face. The human freezes, feeling the hot, fetid breath washing over him. The dragon's eyes bore into his, filled with a primal hunger that sends shivers down Hiccup's spine.
Hiccup swallows hard, his bravado fading as he realizes the precariousness of his situation. He's completely at the mercy of this feral beast, with nothing but his wits and sheer stubbornness to protect him and Toothless.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Hiccup forces himself to meet the Deathsong's gaze. He thinks of all the dragons he's befriended, all the bonds he's forged through understanding and compassion. Perhaps, just perhaps, he can reach this creature too...
"I know you're not just a monster," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "You have feelings, thoughts, a life beyond this moment. Please, listen to me..."
Deathsong returns attention only to Toothless, he returns his interested snout to the underside of the other dragon's tail would be the slit maleness between groin.
Deathsong snorts and returns its attention to Toothless, once again lifting the Night Fury's tail to expose the vulnerable slit between his hind legs. Hiccup watches in revulsion and concern, realizing that the Deathsong's interest in this particular area is not merely curiosity.
"Oh no..." he whispers, understanding dawning on him. "It's not food it's interested in. It's..." He trails off, unsure how to articulate the horrifying realization forming in his mind.
Hiccup's protective instincts surge forward, overriding his fear. He can't let this happen - he won't let Toothless be subjected to such a violation. Without thinking, he rushes forward and throws himself between the Deathsong and the trapped Night Fury.
"No!" he yells, spreading his arms wide to shield Toothless. "You leave him alone, you hear me? He's not some breeding stud for you to use!"
The Deathsong rears back, surprised by Hiccup's sudden intrusion. It fixes him with a glare that could melt stone, its eyes narrowing to slits. For a moment, Hiccup thinks it might attack him, but then the giant dragon lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through the very air around them.
Hiccup stands his ground, even as his knees tremble beneath him. He knows he's pushing his luck, but he can't bring himself to back down. Not when Toothless's well-being is at stake.
"Go on, try it," he challenges, his voice shaking but defiant. "See what happens when you mess with someone I care about."
Knowing that he can't interfere with a lustful dragon like Deathsong, Hiccup stays away from him and Toothless. I was forced to quietly observe from my place what Deathsong wants with Toothless. Deathsong in turn has forked tongue caressing the other dragon's groin.
Hiccup watches helplessly as Deathsong leans in closer, its forked tongue caressing the most intimate area of Toothless's anatomy. The Night Fury squirms and struggles, clearly uncomfortable with the unwanted attention. Hiccup's fists clench at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fights the urge to intervene.
"Please, Toothless," he murmurs under his breath, "just endure this. I'll find a way to save you, I promise."
The Deathsong continues its explorations, seemingly oblivious to Toothless's distress. Its tongue snakes and probes, causing the trapped Night Fury to emit a series of distressed chirps and squeals. Hiccup's heart aches at the sound, each noise tearing at his conscience.
He scans the area desperately, searching for anything that might help him free Toothless. His eyes land on a pile of loose rocks nearby, an idea forming in his mind. If he could just reach those, maybe he could break the amber bindings holding Toothless captive...
Hiccup takes a slow, calculated step backward, praying that the Deathsong remains engrossed in its activities. He moves quietly, carefully, his breath held tight in his chest. One step becomes two, then three, and finally, he's close enough to the rock pile to begin his plan.
With trembling hands, he starts gathering stones, stacking them in a careful pile. He knows he only has one chance at this, and the weight of failure hangs heavily over him. But he pushes the doubt aside, focusing instead on the burning desire to rescue his friend and put an end to this horrifying ordeal.
As he prepares to make his move, Hiccup steals one last glance at Toothless, silently vowing to save him from the Deathsong's lustful intentions. No matter what it takes, he swears, he will not let his beloved dragon become a victim.
Now Toothless and Deathsong alone. Deathsong in turn continued what he does.
As Deathsong and Toothless, the scene unfolds before our eyes, the massive dragon's attention fully focused on claiming the trapped Night Fury. Its thick, muscular body presses against Toothless, pinning him in place as its claws scrape along the amber, seeking purchase.
The Deathsong's head lowers, its forked tongue flicking out to taste the air, savoring Toothless's scent. A low, rumbling growl builds in its chest, vibrating through the very ground beneath them. Its hips begin to shift, moving in a slow, rhythmic pattern as it prepares to mount its unwilling mate.
Toothless thrashes desperately, his wings beating against the amber bindings that hold him fast. He snarls and bites, trying in vain to dissuade Deathsong's advances. But the larger dragon is implacable, its single-minded focus on claiming its prize overwhelming any resistance.
As the Deathsong's mating ritual intensifies, the air grows thick with tension and the musky scent of dragon pheromones. The sounds of scraping claws, cracking amber, and desperate struggles fill the cavern, a symphony of primal forces locked in a dance as old as time itself.
And yet, amidst the chaos, a spark of hope remains. Toothless's emerald eyes dart wildly, searching for any means of escape. His mind races, seeking a way to turn the tables on his aggressor, to reclaim his freedom and dignity. For now, however, he remains trapped, a pawn in Deathsong's relentless pursuit of reproduction.
The Deathsong's growls reach a fever pitch, its body tensing as it prepares to consummate its desires. The fate of both dragons hangs in the balance, their lives forever changed by the events unfolding in this hidden chamber, far from the prying eyes of the outside world.
Toothless feels something pushing on the lower pucker of his tail and he begins to shake the way Deathsong wants to mount him. Toothless can see Deathsong's wyvern wings to the sides of his vision.
Toothless's body tenses as he feels the unmistakable pressure of Deathsong's genitalia pressing against his cloaca, the entrance to his
reproductive system. A wave of revulsion and terror washes over him, and he lets out a piercing screech, his struggles redoubling in desperation.
The Deathsong's wyvern-like wings flare out beside Toothless's vision, casting a shadow over him as the massive dragon looms above. Its weight bears down on the trapped Night Fury, immobilizing him further as it seeks to penetrate his defenses.
Panic sets in as Toothless realizes the futility of his struggles. The amber holds him fast, and Deathsong's strength is overwhelming. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable violation, his entire body shaking with dread.
Just as Deathsong's tip begins to breach Toothless's opening, a loud crack echoes through the cavern. The Deathsong jerks back, letting out a roar of pain and surprise. Toothless's eyes snap open, and he sees Astrid standing atop a boulder, her bow drawn and aimed directly at the injured Deathsong.
Astrid's face is a mask of fury and disgust. "Get away from him, you monstrous beast!" she screams, loosing another arrow that embeds itself deeply in the Deathsong's flank.
The distraction is enough to break the spell of terror that had gripped Toothless. With a mighty surge of strength, he thrashes against his amber bonds, the sudden movement catching Deathsong off guard. The massive dragon stumbles backward, giving Toothless the precious seconds he needs to wrench one foreleg free.
Toothless is lustful with desire......... he enjoyed having Deathsong's shaft inside him, he went to the other dragon ready to return the copulation between the two.
Toothless's initial panic and resistance slowly melts away, replaced by an unexpected surge of pleasure as Deathsong's member fills him completely. His inner walls instinctively clamp down around the invading shaft, eliciting a deep, rumbling groan from the larger dragon.
The sensation is unlike anything Toothless has ever experienced. The heat, the pressure, the profound connection - it ignites a primal desire within him, a yearning for more. He finds himself craving Deathsong's touch, his claim, his seed.
With a newly awakened hunger, Toothless pulls himself free from the remnants of the amber bindings, his body moving with an almost hypnotic grace. He turns to face Deathsong, his emerald eyes gleaming with a mix of submission and invitation.
The Deathsong hesitates, momentarily stunned by Toothless's abrupt change in demeanor. But as the smaller dragon approaches, pressing himself against the larger dragon's side, nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Deathsong's instincts take over.
With a possessive growl, Deathsong wraps his wings around Toothless, pulling him flush against his chest. His hips thrust forward, sheathing
himself once more in Toothless's welcoming heat. The Night Fury arches his back, a pleasure-filled cry escaping his lips as he accepts Deathsong's dominance fully.
Hiccup and Astrid watch in stunned silence as the dragsong lost in their primal mating dance. The once peaceful Toothless now eagerly participates in the aggressive union, driven by a sudden, irresistible need for completion.
Toothless feels the shaft of the other dragon between the anal wall and he grabs that length, enjoying what he does. Deathsong has an immediate reaction when he feels the grip massaging the length.
Toothless's inner muscles contract rhythmically around Deathsong's shaft, massaging the thick length with unbridled enthusiasm. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Deathsong's body.
The massive dragon's eyes roll back, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hips buck involuntarily, driving himself deeper into Toothless's welcoming warmth. The Night Fury's responsiveness only serves to fuel Deathsong's arousal, his need to claim and breed his partner overwhelming.
Deathsong's claws dig into Toothless's sides, his grip tightening as he loses himself to the primal urges consuming him. His tail wraps around Toothless's legs, pulling him closer, holding him in place as he begins to thrust with increasing fervor.
The force of Deathsong's movements causes Toothless's entire body to shake, his wings fluttering wildly. He cranes his neck back, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy as the pleasure builds to unimaginable heights. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the cavern, punctuated by the dragons' ragged breaths and helpless moans.
Hiccup and Astrid can only stare, transfixed by the raw, animalistic display unfolding before them. The lines between predator and prey, dominance and submission, blur in the face of such intense, uncontrollable passion. They bear witness to a primal dance as old as time itself, a dance of survival, of creation, of pure, unadulterated desire.
Feeling the length of the other dragon throbbing into a ball........squeezing the ring of his tailhole locking the two together. Deathsong continues to rub the trapped shaft. The dragons respond with what they feel with all this.
As Deathsong's member throbs and expands, forming a knot that locks securely inside Toothless's tailhole, the smaller dragon's body convulses with intense pleasure. His eyes widen, pupils dilating as he feels the sudden pressure and fullness, the knot pulsing against his prostate.
Toothless's response is immediate and fervent. His muscles clench tightly around Deathsong's shaft, gripping the knot possessively. A series of high-pitched, desperate chirps escape his
throat, interspersed with shuddering breaths and muffled moans.
Deathsong, driven by primal instinct, continues to grind his hips against Toothless's rear, his knot rubbing and stimulating the Night Fury's most sensitive spots. The friction sends shockwaves of ecstasy through both dragons, their bodies intertwined in a dance of mutual pleasure.
The sensations overwhelm Toothless, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His entire body trembles, his wings quivering uncontrollably as he teeters on the precipice of release.
Deathsong's relentless thrusts and the constant pressure of the knot against his prostate drive him wild with desire, his every nerve ending screaming for completion.
Hiccup and Astrid watch, captivated and uncomfortably aroused, as the two dragons writhe together in the throes of passion. The air is thick with the scent of dragon musk, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the cavern. It's a raw, visceral display of the power and intensity of dragon biology, a spectacle that leaves the human witnesses breathless and flushed.
Viking with courage approaches the trapped dragons together. Toothless and Deathsong in reverse side they are ass to ass position stuck with the knot inside Toothless's asshole. I just approach next to Toothless who I have more confidence and safe to go close.
Hiccup approaches the entwined dragons cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. He keeps a safe distance from Deathsong, trusting Astrid to keep watch, and concentrates on reaching Toothless. The Night Fury's eyes are glazed over with pleasure, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
Hiccup gently lays a hand on Toothless's shoulder, feeling the dragon's muscles rippling beneath his scales. Toothless's eyes flicker towards him, recognition dawning amidst the haze of ecstasy.
"Hey there, buddy," Hiccup murmurs softly. "You okay? Do you need me to do anything?" He glanced nervously at Deathsong, wary of provoking the larger dragon.
Toothless's tail twitches weakly, his body shuddering as another wave of pleasure crashes over him. He lets out a low whimper, nuzzling against Hiccup's hand. It's clear he's lost in the throes of his encounter with Deathsong, his usual sharp mind clouded by primal urges.
Hiccup hesitates, torn between the desire to comfort his friend and the knowledge that interrupting a dragon's mating ritual can be dangerous. He settles for gently stroking Toothless's forehead, whispering soothing words and promises of protection, hoping that his presence brings some measure of solace to the overwhelmed Night Fury.
Time passed and Deathsong was lying tired on the ground, his shaft sticking out between Toothless's pucker. Seeing an opportunity, I made my dragon stand up so we could leave. Toothless walked with difficulty, following Hiccup in front of him.
As the frenzy of their mating subsides, Deathsong collapses onto the ground, panting heavily. Its massive form stretches out, limbs akimbo, as it revels in the aftermath of its exertions. The knot that had bound it to Toothless slowly deflates, allowing the smaller dragon's hole to contract and expel Deathsong's now-flaccid member.
Sensing the opportunity to escape, Hiccup gently encourages Toothless to stand. The Night Fury rises on shaky legs, his body still trembling from the intense experience. He follows Hiccup's lead, taking halting steps as they begin to retreat from the cavern.
Toothless's movements are sluggish and unsteady, his usual grace replaced by a weariness born of exhausting physical exertion. He stays close to Hiccup's heels, relying on his rider's guidance to navigate their path back to safety. Occasionally, a shudder runs through his frame, a remnant of the overwhelming pleasure he had experienced.
Hiccup keeps a watchful eye on both Toothless and Deathsong as they withdraw. He's relieved to see the larger dragon shows no sign of pursuing them, seemingly content to rest and recover. As they exit the cavern, the cool night air greets them, a refreshing contrast to the heated atmosphere they'd left behind.
The pair picks their way carefully through the rocky terrain, Hiccup supporting Toothless as needed. Despite the strangeness and intensity of what they'd witnessed, a sense of relief washes over Hiccup. They're alive, they're free, and they're together. For now, that's enough.
The Typhoomerang is a Stoker Class dragon that appears in the How to Train Your Dragon (Franchise). Typhoomerangs have a unique ability during flight: they rotate (by analogy with the typhoon/boomerang) at high speeds, zooming through the air. Though, as they rotate, they seem to pop off the objects around them, making them extremely dangerous. Ash from their burning leaves a distinctive burn on the ground. The ash apparently acts as a fertilizer; plants and flowers may grow in the burn mark afterwards. They are the only dragon known to prey on eels. Typhoomerang twitches when smelling sex and semen. Then he sucks the scent from where it comes at the same time, this scaled joint between his groin splits off his shaft. Walking forward I hear a growl coming from Toothless, as I turn there is another dragon wanting to mount Toothless for another mating season. Toothless allowed the strange dragon to mount him, he felt the head of the sheaft tip give a direct strike to his pucker.
Hiccup and Toothless continue their journey through the wilderness, the memory of their recent encounter with Deathsong lingering in the air. Suddenly, Toothless stops in his tracks, his ears perking up and his nostrils flaring as he catches an unfamiliar scent on the breeze.
A low growl rumbles in Toothless's chest, his hackles rising as he senses the approach of another dragon. Hiccup tenses, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword, as a sleek, red-scaled form emerges from the undergrowth ahead.
The newcomer is a Typhoomerang, its slender build and sharp features marking it as a member of the deadly stoker class. As it draws closer, the dragon's movements become erratic, its eyes glazing over with a hunger that sends a chill down Hiccup's spine.
Hiccup recalls the Typhoomerang's peculiar behavior triggered by the scent of dragon musk and the aftermath of mating rituals. His heart sinks as he realizes the potential implications. The Typhoomerang's scales between its hind legs part, revealing a swelling at its base - a clear indication of its arousal and intent.
Before Hiccup can react, the Typhoomerang lunges forward, its sharp talons grasping at Toothless's tail. The Night Fury snarls, trying to evade the aggressive advance, but the Typhoomerang's grip is firm. With a swift motion, it mounts Toothless, its shaft pressing against the smaller dragon's cloaca.
Toothless freezes, a strangled cry escaping his throat as the Typhoomerang's head pushes past his defenses, striking directly into his tailhole. The Night Fury's entire body convulses, his wings spasming uncontrollably as he's overcome by the sudden, unwanted penetration.
Hiccup rushes forward, desperate to intervene and help Toothless. He reaches out to gently touch his dragon's snout, hoping to offer some comfort amidst the turmoil. However, his hand freezes mid-air as he notices the Typhoomerang's teeth clamped firmly onto the top of
Toothless's neck, holding the Night Fury in place.
The Typhoomerang's hips piston rapidly, its shaft plunging in and out of Toothless's tailhole at an astonishing speed. The smaller dragon's body jerks violently with each thrust, his cries of distress echoing through the forest. The force of the Typhoomerang's movements shakes the very ground beneath them, causing loose debris to scatter.
Hiccup's heart races as he frantically searches for a way to separate the two dragons. He grabs a sturdy branch from the ground, weighing it in his hands as he contemplates using it as a weapon. But the thought of hurting either dragon fills him with hesitation and dread.
As he struggles to make a decision, the Typhoomerang's pace intensifies, its hips blurring in a frenzy of motion. Toothless's body arches and convulses, his legs kicking wildly as he nears the brink of an unwanted climax. Hiccup watches in horror, knowing that he may only have moments left to act before it's too late.
Hiccup wanted to bravely go alongside the dragons in action. Then looking at the gap between Toothless's dorsal spine and Typhoomerang's belly, he jumps between that space falling onto Toothless's dorsal side and back. Between two equal sandwiches his body follows the movements as Toothless is pushed by another dragon.
Hiccup feels Toothless trembling something he feels inside for himself alone, and Typhoomerang. The shaft throbs hard into Toothless's anal opening forming a knot swelling around the asshole ring. Typhoomerang and Toothless react together.
As Hiccup clings desperately to Toothless, he feels the Night Fury shudder beneath him, overcome by a mix of pain, pleasure, and confusion. The sensation of the Typhoomerang's shaft throbbing intensely inside him, swelling to form a knot that locks the two dragons together, sends waves of unfamiliar feelings coursing through Toothless's body.
The knot pulses against Toothless's most sensitive spot, stimulating his prostate with relentless pressure. The Night Fury's muscles clench involuntarily, his tail curling inward as he struggles to process the overwhelming stimulation. A guttural moan escapes his throat, part pleasure, part distress, as his body betrays his efforts to resist.
The Typhoomerang reacts in kind, its hips grinding against Toothless's rump as the knot anchors them firmly together. The stoker class dragon's eyes roll back, its mouth falling open in a silent roar of ecstasy. Its claws dig into Toothless's flanks, holding the smaller dragon in a vice-like grip as it rides out its climax.
Hiccup watches in morbid fascination as the two dragons convulse in unison, locked in a primal dance of domination and submission. He feels every twitch and shudder of Toothless's form, empathizing with the Night Fury's anguish even as he marvels at the raw, animalistic display unfolding before him.
The momentum of the Typhoomerang's frenzied movements culminates in a explosive release. Its shaft pulses violently, flooding Toothless's insides with a torrent of hot, sticky seed. The knot expands even further, sealing the duo together as the Typhoomerang's essence fills and marks its unwilling mate.
Toothless's body arches and bucks, his wings splaying wide as he's overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pleasure. Despite his initial reluctance, the relentless stimulation and the primal nature of the act push him over the edge. His own climax hits like a lightning strike, his member swelling and releasing a flood of pearly-white liquid that sprays forth, painting the forest floor beneath them.
Hiccup is battered by the dragons' mutual orgasm, their bodies convulsing and shaking violently. He holds on for dear life, his own vision blurring as the force of their release threatens to tear him from his precarious perch. The air fills with the musky scent of dragon ejaculate, mingling with the tang of sweat and fear.
The Typhoomerang's cries of triumph mingle with Toothless's cries of surrender, creating a cacophony of primal sounds that echo through the wilderness. For a moment, the world seems to stand still, caught in the suspended animation of their shared peak of ecstasy.
Toothless lies on the ground in exhaustion and exhaustion but still feeling the shaft pulsating inside his anal. Typhoomerang, when finishing
filling the other dragon, tries to get off the dragon when turning to leave he falls face down to the ground because the knot is still stuck between the other dragon's asshole ring. The two dragons are in an ass to ass position in exhaustion.
As the intense climax subsides, Toothless's exhausted body collapses onto the ground, his legs giving out beneath him. He lies sprawled on his side, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. Despite his exhaustion, he can still feel the Typhoomerang's shaft pulsing weakly inside him, a constant reminder of their intimate connection.
The Typhoomerang, believing its mission complete, attempts to disengage and leave. However, as it tries to pull away, it realizes with a growl of frustration that its knot is still lodged firmly in Toothless's tailhole. The larger dragon's weight shifts precariously as it falls forward, its front legs collapsing beneath it.
Unable to support itself with the knot anchoring it to Toothless, the Typhoomerang lands heavily on its chest, its arms splayed out before it. It lies prone, its bottom half still elevated and intertwined with the Night Fury's exhausted form. The two dragons remain locked together, their bodies pressed intimately against one another as they bask in the aftermath of their reluctant union.
Hiccup, still wedged between the dragons, finds himself pinned beneath the Typhoomerang's bulk. He grunts with effort as he tries to wriggle free, his movements causing both dragons to stir and murmur in protest. It's clear that neither beast is eager to relinquish its hold on the other, their biological imperative to prolong the mating process trumping their individual desires.
Ao sentir cheiro de problema algo aproximando o Typhoomerang fica logo de pé mas ainda com o knot lado dentro do pucker do Toothless. Lá surgiu dois dragões sentindo rastro de cheiro e sexo esses são: Deathgrippers are a monstrous species with their protruding tusks, foreclaw pincers, and poisonous clubbed tails. Traveling in packs like wild dogs, Deathgrippers enjoy hunting for prey and should be avoided at all costs. Deathgrippers are medium-sized dragons with long, sharp tusks protruding out from their lower jaws and a row of armored plates lining on their backs. They have yellow eyes and their coloration is mainly red with black spots and stripes. The tails of Deathgrippers are telescopic, just like a Razorwhip's, and are tipped with a venomous scorpion-like stinger. Titan Wing Deathgrippers is much bigger than the adults. They have two more tusks, one on the each side of their mouths. Their spikes and claws increase in size and are much sharper. Their stingers become longer and their tails become thicker, especially towards their ends e o outro dragão seria: Triple Stryke is clearly based on scorpions. This dragon has three stingers, with each stinger has its own unique venom. The first numbs the victim, the second causes hallucination, and the third gives the sensation of boiling in the victim's very blood. This dragon is also known to make clicking sounds by wrapping its three tails together. It also has pincers. This dragon is also known to do a defensive roll, since it has armadillo-like plates that protect it from a lot. Triple Stryke e
o Deathgripper foi aproximando dos dois dragões, mas o Typhoomerang rosnou para os dois fiquem para trás ele demonstro hostil para os dois.
The approaching dragons catch the attention of the Typhoomerang, which struggles to its feet despite being anchored to Toothless. Its nostrils flare as it catches the scent of the intruders, a deep growl rumbling in its chest. With a protective stance, the Typhoomerang positions itself between Toothless and the incoming threats.
The Deathgripper pack and the Triple Stryke halt in their tracks, eyeing the trio warily. The Deathgrippers bare their tusks, their tails lashing menacingly, while the Triple Stryke clicks its stinger-tails together, producing an unsettling sound.
The Typhoomerang issues a warning roar, its wings spreading wide to appear larger and more intimidating. It swings its head from side to side, keeping both the Deathgrippers and the Triple Stryke in its line of sight. Its claws dig into the ground, ready to defend its newly acquired mate and the human caught between them.
Hiccup, still sandwiched between the entwined dragons, feels the vibrations of the Typhoomerang's growls reverberate through its body. He cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the approaching dragons. Fear grips his heart as he recognizes the deadly predators, knowing that neither he nor the weakened Toothless can hope to escape if a fight breaks out.
The air grows thick with tension as the four dragons face off, each assessing the other's strengths and weaknesses. The outcome of this encounter hangs in the balance, with Hiccup's fate inexplicably tied to the whims of dragon politics and primal instincts.
Triple Stryke lands a nice strike with his tail on Typhoomerang's side, who groans in pain. Typhoomerang is irritated and his knot retracts, shrinking and falling out of Toohless's pucker in a splash, cumming to the ground. Then Typhoomerang takes a stance, ready to attack the two invading dragons. Death Tripe and the Deathgrippers retreat backwards, facing their opponent.
The sudden attack by the Triple Stryke catches the Typhoomerang off guard. The stinger's blow lands squarely on the stoker class dragon's flank, eliciting a pained roar as it recoils from the unexpected assault. Instinctively, the Typhoomerang's knot begins to shrink, disengaging from Toothless's tailhole with a wet, slurping sound.
A mixture of Toothless's remaining seed and juicy spray cascades forth, splattering the ground below. The Night Fury's body convulses with the sudden loss of its anchor, his legs folding beneath him as he collapses to the ground in a heap.
The Typhoomerang, its fury ignited, quickly recovers its composure. It turns to face the offending dragons, its wings spreading wide and its claws extending to their full length. A deep, rumbling growl emanates
from its chest, promising imminent retaliation for the disruption of its mating ritual.
The Deathgrippers and the Triple Stryke exchange uneasy glances, realizing that they may have bitten off more than they can chew. The pack of Deathgrippers backs away slowly, their tails lashing anxiously, while the Triple Stryke assumes a defensive stance, its three stinger-tails curling protectively around its body.
Hiccup, finally freed from his uncomfortable position, scrambles to Toothless's side. He checks the Night Fury's condition, grateful to find him breathing but dazed and weakened. The human glances up just in time to see the Typhoomerang charging towards its opponents, its jaws snapping and its claws slashing through the air.
Typhoomerang takes another strike from Death Stryke's tail. In pain Typhoomerang falls to the ground... his eyes with hallucination effect as he gets up he looks at Toothless but it is not Toothless but a rock. Hallucination made the dragon Typhoomerang get excited by the rock he goes to it rubbing his slit male against it thinking it is Toothless, he is just hallucination.
The Triple Stryke's second strike connects solidly with the Typhoomerang's head, sending the stoker class dragon crashing to the ground. As the creature struggles to regain its bearings, the effects of the venom take hold. Its eyes glaze over, the pupils dilating as the hallucinatory toxin floods its system.
The Typhoomerang staggers to its feet, swaying unsteadily. It looks around, its gaze settling on a nearby rock formation. Through its distorted perception, the lifeless stone appears to resemble Toothless, prompting a surge of primal lust to course through its veins.
Unable to resist the illusory temptation, the Typhoomerang lurches towards the rock, its hindquarters lowering as it prepares to mount its perceived mate. It presses its slick, swollen genitalia against the unforgiving surface, grinding and thrusting frantically, convinced that it is reclaiming its rightful possession.
Hiccup watches in horror as the dragon's behavior becomes increasingly erratic and bizarre. He knows he must act quickly to prevent any further harm to Toothless or himself. Gently, he approaches the delirious Typhoomerang, speaking softly and calmly, hoping to reason with the creature amidst its hallucinations.
"It's okay, big guy," he murmurs. "That's not Toothless. Let's get you away from here, alright?" Hiccup slowly extends his hand, palm up, in a gesture of peace and guidance, praying that the Typhoomerang's confused mind will recognize the friendly overture.
Toothless still with his best friend Hiccup on his back he tries to get up thinking that the Deathgripper dragons and Death Stryke are distracted. As he tries to walk carrying Hiccup, he feels a strike next to him and when he looks at it it is the Deathgripper's stinger that hit
him there. Toothless reacts to the poison by falling to the side. Hiccup is rolled off Toothless's back paralyzed to the ground.
As Toothless attempts to flee with Hiccup on his back, a sudden pain tears through his side. The Deathgripper's venomous stinger pierces his flesh, injecting a potent cocktail of toxins into his bloodstream. Toothless cries out in agony, his wings collapsing beneath him as the paralysis spreads swiftly.
The Night Fury's body convulses violently, his tail thrashing and his legs kicking spasmodically. Unable to maintain his balance, he topples sideways, dumping Hiccup unceremoniously onto the ground. The human rolls away, narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath his incapacitated friend.
Hiccup skids to a halt several yards away, his head spinning and his vision blurred from the sudden impact. He struggles to sit up, his ears ringing and his limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive. A quick glance reveals Toothless lying motionless on the ground, foam bubbling from his mouth as the neurotoxic venom courses through his system.
The Deathgrippers and the Triple Stryke approach cautiously, sensing victory. The dragons circle the fallen Toothless and the dazed Hiccup, their eyes glinting with hunger and the thrill of impending conquest. The air is thick with the musky scent of dragon pheromones, a potent mix of danger, desire, and death.
Deathgripper's nostrils guided to smell the semen-soaked pucker, his joined groin scales parted leaving the shaft out.
The Deathgrippers, driven by their primal instincts, are drawn to the strong scent of dragon semen emanating from Toothless's tailhole. Their noses twitch and their tongues flick out, tasting the air, as they zero in on the source of the tantalizing aroma.
One particularly bold Deathgripper, a male with scars crisscrossing its red and black hide, approaches Toothless's paralyzed form. Its nostrils flare as it inhales deeply, committing the scent to memory. Without hesitation, it lowers its head, extending its long, forked tongue to lap at the remnants of the Typhoomerang release coating Toothless's exposed genitalia.
The Deathgripper's tongue explores the Night Fury's most intimate areas, tasting the combination of Toothless's and the Typhoomerang's essences. A low, rumbling purr emanates from its chest as it becomes increasingly aroused by the flavors and smells. Its own genitalia emerge, the shaft thickening and elongating as it prepares to claim its perceived prize.
The other Deathgrippers watch with keen interest, their own excitement building as they observe their packmate's actions. The Triple Stryke, meanwhile, maintains a cautious distance, its multiple tails curling and uncurling nervously as it observes the developing situation.
Despite Toothless's paralyzed state, his body still reacts involuntarily to the Deathgripper's intimate ministrations. As the dragon's tongue laps at his sensitive regions, Toothless's hips twitch and his breathing becomes shallow and labored.
His emerald eyes, glassy and unfocused, seem to stare into the distance, unseeing. Yet, a faint
whimper escapes his lips, a soft, barely audible sound that belies the turmoil within. The Deathgripper's attentions send conflicting signals through Toothless's nervous system, pleasure warring with disgust and fear.
Hiccup, struggling to remain conscious himself, watches this scene unfold with growing dread. He knows he must act, must somehow save his friend from this horrible fate. But his body refuses to cooperate, the lingering effects of the Triple Stryke's venom holding him in its grasp.
The Deathgripper, emboldened by Toothless's response, continues its exploration. Its claws gently spread Toothless's hindquarters, exposing more of the Night Fury's vulnerable areas. The dragon's shaft, now fully erect, presses against Toothless's tailhole, seeking entry.
Death Stryke has an erection with shaft throbbing as he watched, so he spaced where Toothless' head is. Toothless paralyzed feels a shaft rubbing between his lip.....feeling the taste of it, meanwhile there is a forked tongue between his pucker doing exploration. Toothless' mind wanted to protest but nothing he can do, besides feeling what the two dragons do to him.
As the Deathgripper prepares to penetrate Toothless, the Triple Stryke moves into position, its throbbing erection hovering near the Night Fury's head. The stinger-dragons' tongues work in tandem, one exploring Toothless's mouth, the other delving deep into his tailhole, as the Deathgripper's shaft presses insistently against the puckered opening.
The dual stimulation overwhelms Toothless's senses, his paralyzed body trembling as pleasure and revulsion clash within him. He longs to bite, to scream, to fight, but his muscles refuse to obey. All he can do is feel powerless and trapped, as the dragons manipulate his helpless form for their own gratification.
Hiccup's heart races as he witnesses this violating scene. Tears of frustration and anger streak down his face as he struggles futilely against the lingering venom. He knows he must find a way to break free, to save Toothless from this horrific ordeal. But time is running out, and the dragons' desires grow stronger with each passing moment...
Deathgripper humps against Toothless' pucker. Asshole reacts with the shaft rubbing against it. While on the other side is Death Stryke humping Toothless' snout using the pincer to hold the side of the dragon's snout.
The Deathgripper's thrusts grow more insistent, its hips pumping vigorously as it seeks to force entry into Toothless's tightly clenched tailhole. The Night Fury's sphincter protests, clamping down reflexively
against the invading shaft, but the Deathgripper's strength and persistence prove too much.
With a final, powerful surge, the Deathgripper's bulbous tip pops past the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a strangled cry from Toothless as his body is breached. The dragon's long, tapered shaft slides deeper, stretching Toothless's inner walls and eliciting a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.
Meanwhile, the Triple Stryke grasps Toothless's snout firmly with its pincer, preventing the paralyzed dragon from biting or closing its jaws. It leans in close, its throbbing erection hovering just inches from Toothless's mouth. The stinger-dragon's other two tails curl around, manipulating the Night Fury's tongue and cheeks, forcing them into a grotesque parody of a smile.
The Viking knowing that it is highly dangerous for me to interfere because it is two poisonous creatures.........I get up slowly. I leave with their distraction......when I leave I go look for better help...................... Meanwhile, Toothless feels the abuse of two dragons.
Então lá fora procurando encontrar um outro dragão esse é o The Flightmare is a dragon that is medium-sized in length. Flightmare eggs are typically oval-shaped, and colored with bright neon colors, usually depicting the unborn individual's main scale color. The eggs grow brightly and are surrounded by a lingering glowing mist, possibly the same toxic substance used by Flightmares, emitted for additional protection.
The Flightmare is a very aggressive and territorial dragon. Flightmare usually avoid fights with bigger and stronger dragons. Flightmares have been shown incredible determination and relentlessness, as the Flightmare in "Fright of Passage" kept chasing his opponents, and was willing to search food over long distances.
Flightmare saw a human in her territory, Hiccup wanted to run for his life in desperation!
As Hiccup races through the wilderness, a sudden rustling in the bushes catches his attention. He glances back just in time to see a Flightmare emerge from the foliage, its bright, neon-colored scales shimmering in the sunlight. The dragon's eyes lock onto Hiccup, and it lets out an angry screech, clearly identifying the human as an intruder in its territory
.
Hiccup's heart races as he realizes the predicament he's found himself in. He knows that Flightmares are highly aggressive and territorial, with little regard for human life. With no choice but to flee, he pumps his legs harder, his lungs burning with each labored breath.
The Flightmare gives chase, its powerful wings carrying it swiftly through the air. It swoops down repeatedly, its razor-sharp claws narrowly missing Hiccup's back as it tries to ensnare him. The human
veers sharply, dodging and weaving through trees and rocks, hoping to find a hiding spot or a means of escape.
Meanwhile, back at the scene of Toothless's torment, the Deathgripper and the Triple Stryke continue their relentless assault on the paralyzed Night Fury. The sounds of their depraved actions echo through the forest, a sickening reminder of the urgency with which Hiccup must find help.
The dragons' orgasms from their own pleasure reached their peak. Deathgripper filled Toothless's pucker, while cum overflowed Toothless's jaw with Death Stryke's shaft throbbing and bulging out the sides of the dragon's lip. Toothless was paralyzed and forced to feel all of this, and his body reacted to it all.
The climax of the dragons' brutal assault coincides, their bodies convulsing in unison as they reach their peak of pleasure. The Deathgripper's abdomen contracts, pumping massive quantities of hot, viscous seed deep into Toothless's already stretched and abused tailhole. The Night Fury's insides flood with foreign semen, his body struggling to accommodate the sudden influx.
Meanwhile, the Triple Stryke's throbbing shaft pulses rapidly, its tip expanding just before erupting. A torrent of sticky, white fluid spills forth, gushing past Toothless's parted lips and pouring down his throat. The paralyzed dragon has no choice but to swallow instinctively, his stomach forced to accept the unwanted gift.
Toothless's body reacts violently to the overwhelming sensations and the flood of alien substances. His muscles clench and spasm uncontrollably, his hips bucking and twisting as if trying to escape the relentless onslaught. Despite his paralysis, his tailhole contracts
rhythmically around the Deathgripper's buried shaft, milking it for every last drop.
The combined effects of the dragons' deposits and Toothless's own unwilling reactions push the Night Fury into an extended, harrowing orgasm. His eyes roll back, tears streaming down his face as he's overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensations tearing through him. The sounds of his choked cries and the wet, sloppy noises of the dragons' continued assault fill the air, a grim symphony of violation and reluctant pleasure.
Distracted in the middle of an orgasm, Death Stryke almost didn't feel some teeth grab his side and he trembles, being agitated he is thrown against the wall mural and falls unconscious to the ground.........meanwhile the Deathgripper trembles when he sees another dragon, this is the Flightmare.
In the midst of his climactic release, the Triple Stryke's attention is suddenly diverted by the sharp pinch of teeth sinking into its flank. It recoils instinctively, its body shuddering as it's suddenly jarred free from Toothless's mouth. The stinger-dragon's momentum carries it backwards, and it crashes into the wall with a sickening thud, collapsing unconscious to the ground.
The Deathgripper, still buried deep inside Toothless, freezes at the sudden appearance of the Flightmare. Its head swings around, eyes narrowing as it assesses the new threat. The Flightmare's presence fills the air with an electric tension, its bright, neon scales seeming to glow with an inner fire.
The Flightmare approaches slowly, its wings flared and its tail lashing behind it. It circles the entwined dragons, sniffing and snorting as it investigates the scene. Upon discovering the paralyzed Toothless and the Deathgripper's invasive position, the Flightmare's demeanor changes instantly. With a furious roar, it launches itself at the Deathgripper, its jaws wide and its claws outstretched.
Flightmare advanced grabbing Deathgripper making the shaft slip free away from Toothless' pucker spreading it in pleasure. Deathgripper feels the strong grip thrown to the wall to put him also unconscious.
The Flightmare's powerful jaws clamp tightly around the Deathgripper's neck, lifting the smaller dragon off of Toothless with ease. It spins and tosses the Deathgripper like a ragdoll, its claws raking deep gouges into the villain's hide. With a final, savage jerk, the Flightmare throws the Deathgripper against the wall, where it crashes to the ground beside the unconscious Triple Stryke.
The impact sends the Deathgripper spiraling into unconsciousness, its broken form slumped against the wall. The Flightmare turns its attention back to Toothless, who lies dazed and battered on the ground. It approaches cautiously, sniffing at the Night Fury's battered body and the remnants of the dragons' encounters.
Satisfied that Toothless is no longer a threat, the Flightmare settles beside the paralyzed dragon, curling its long body protectively around him. Its bright, neon scales create a stark contrast against Toothless's dark blue and green coloring, a visual symbol of safety and sanctuary.
Meanwhile, Hiccup's desperate search for aid continues, unaware that help has arrived in the form of an unlikely ally. The human's lungs burn and his legs ache as he flees from the Flightmare's territory, each step bringing him closer to the friends and resources he desperately needs to save Toothless.
Toothless regains consciousness, he notices another dragon beside him taking care of him........he discovers that it is Flightmare.
Toothless's eyelids flutter open slowly, his vision blurry and unfocused. As consciousness returns, he finds himself draped over the Flightmare's warm, neon-scales body. The Night Fury's mind is foggy, the memories of his recent trauma filtering back in disjointed fragments.
His gaze lingers on the Flightmare's unusual coloring and powerful build, recognizing the dragon as one he hasn't encountered before. Toothless's
instincts scream danger, but the gentle way the Flightmare handles him gives pause to his initial fear.
The Night Fury struggles to sit up, his muscles weak and his movements clumsy due to the lingering effects of the paralysis venom. The Flightmare notices his efforts and carefully helps him upright, supporting his weight with a strong, winged arm.
Toothless's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes the Flightmare isn't attacking him. Instead, it seems to be offering comfort and protection. A low, confused whine escapes his throat as he tries to comprehend this unexpected show of kindness from a stranger.
The Flightmare's head tilts, studying Toothless with a curious intensity. Its forked tongue flicks out, gently touching the Night Fury's cheek in a gesture that feels almost reassuring. In this moment, a fragile bond begins to form between the two dragons, born out of necessity and mutual respect.
Hiccup thinking he lost the Flightmare by running, my mind returns to Toothless. Upon returning he found Toothless on top of the Flightmare doing something intimate. Toothless sitting between the other dragon's groin rubbing slit to slit teasing the other dragon into mating.
Hiccup's heart races as he realizes he's stumbled upon an intimate scene involving Toothless and the Flightmare. His mind struggles to reconcile the gentle dragon he witnessed caring for Toothless with this sudden display of primal desire.
The Night Fury sits astride the Flightmare's hips, his hindquarters straddling the other dragon's waist. Toothless's emerald eyes are glazed over with lust as he grinds their slitss together, the slick folds sliding and rubbing in a sensual dance. The Flightmare's head is thrown back, its
throat emitting low, rumbling purrs of pleasure.
Hiccup watches in astonishment and guilt, unsure whether to intervene or retreat quietly. Part of him longs to protect Toothless, to ensure his friend's consent and well-being. Yet, another part recognizes the depth of the dragons' biological impulses and the sacred nature of their encounter.
The air grows thick with the musky scent of dragon arousal, and the wet, squelching sounds of Toothless's aggressive mating fill the clearing. Hiccup knows he must decide quickly - to interrupt or observe this forbidden moment, hoping he hasn't misinterpreted the Flightmare's intentions and that Toothless truly desires this union.
Toothless, consumed by the heat of the moment, begins to lower himself onto the Flightmare. His hips tilt, aligning his slick, swollen slit with the Flightmare's shaft. With a slow, deliberate motion, he impales himself on the larger dragon's erection, a low moan escaping his lips as he accepts the Flightmare's length deep into his body.
The Flightmare's reaction is instantaneous, its hips bucking upward to meet Toothless's descent. The friction between their joined sexes sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through both dragons, their bodies entwining in a dance as old as time itself.
Toothless's paws grip the Flightmare's chester, his claws digging into its scales as he establishes a steady rhythm. His hips rise and fall, the muscles of his thighs flexing with each movement. The Flightmare meets him thrust for thrust, its powerful hindquarters lifting off the ground to match Toothless's fervor.
The clearing fills with the sounds of their passionate union - the slap of flesh against flesh, the dragons' labored breaths, and the occasional cry of ecstasy. Toothless's emerald eyes lock with the Flightmare's, a silent understanding passing between them, a primal connection forged through the act of love.
As the dragons' passion reaches its zenith, a remarkable transformation occurs. Toothless's body begins to radiate with a soft, ethereal glow, his scales shimmering like distant stars. The light grows brighter, enveloping both dragons in a pulsating aura of energy and raw sexuality.
The Flightmare, caught up in the same cosmic force, starts to emit a vibrant, neon-hued luminescence from its own skin. Its scales ripple with pulsating hues of purple, blue, and pink, the colors shifting and merging in mesmerizing patterns.
Theirs lights intertwine, merging and amplifying, until the entire clearing is bathed in a dazzling display of dragon aurora. The air crackles with unseen energy, the very fabric of reality bending to the will of their united desires.
The dragons' movements become increasingly urgent, their bodies racing towards a mutually explosive climax. Toothless's cries of pleasure harmonize perfectly with the Flightmare's rumbling roars, their voices joining in a symphony of ecstatic release.
At the pinnacle of their passion, the dragons' lights coalesce into a single, blinding point before erupting outward in a spectacular burst of cosmic energy. The shockwave rolls across the landscape, leaving Hiccup temporarily blinded and deafened by the sheer intensity of the phenomenon.
Hiccup just watches the two dragons he can see Toothless all shiny from there I can see Toothless' belly stretching widening. Flightmare fill Toothless' interior convulses being stretched in semen lots of semen.
As the aftershocks of the dragons' cosmic encounter subside, Hiccup's vision clears, revealing a scene of profound intimacy and connection. Toothless's abdominal area bulges and stretches visibly, his body struggling to contain the massive volume of semen the Flightmare has deposited deep inside him.
The Flightmare's hips convulse uncontrollably, its shaft pulsing and throbbing as it pumps what seems like an endless stream of hot, sticky fluid into Toothless's receptive depths. The Night Fury's walls contract
rhythmically, milking the other dragon's shaft for every last drop, his body instinctively accepting and accommodating his mate's generous offering.
The air is thick with the musky scent of their mixed essences, the aroma of their union permeating the entire clearing. Toothless's emerald eyes, once brilliant with cosmic energy, now shine with a deep, satisfied glow, his entire being radiant with the joy of newfound bonding.
The Flightmare's body drapes languidly over Toothless's, its weight compressing the bulge of the Night Fury's belly. Both dragons pant heavily, their chests heaving as they ride out the final waves of their shared climax. The once fierce predator and the gentle protector have merged into a single entity, bound by the ancient ritual of dragon mating.
Hiccup allows Toothless to rest from exhaustion activity...........finally distancing himself from the other dragon I can mount my dragon to leave to return to Beck. Toothless flying feels that he has become pregnant by one of those dragons in encounters.
Toothless rider olhou para um outro dragão humping uma pedra embora não houvesse o efeito do hallucination ter passado. Typhoomerang aproximou dos outros dragões com ciúmes pois considera o Toothless seu mate, ele não perde tempo avançando por cima dos dois dragões com as costas da Toothless ao inferior da barriga ele abaixa. O shaft dele encostou ao lado do Flightmare pressionando a ponta entre o pucker já ocupado com outro shaft todo molhado em semen que fez lubrificar o espaço, então assim juntou o Typhoomerang em treesome. Toothless permanece como um sanduíche entre dois dragões.
The Typhoomerang, its previous hallucinations dispelled, approaches the entwined dragons with possessive intent. It doesn't hesitate, mounting Toothless from behind, its shaft sliding easily alongside the Flightmare's, thanks to the abundance of semen lubricating the Night Fury's tailhole.
The double penetration creates a unique sensation for Toothless, his body stretched and filled beyond capacity. The dragons' shafts grind against each other, separated only by the thin membrane of the Night Fury's inner walls. Toothless's eyes roll back, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of overwhelmed pleasure and slight discomfort.
The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang establish a synchronized rhythm, their hips moving in tandem to claim their shared mate. Toothless is reduced to a passive vessel, his body rocking between the two dragons, caught in the throes of their relentless desire. His prostate is stimulated from both directions, the constant pressure threatening to drive him to the brink of madness.
The Flightmare's heightened sensitivity allows it to detect the sudden intrusion of the Typhoomerang's shaft against its own. The sensation triggers an immediate, instinctual response, its body convulsing with renewed vigor. The neon-scaled dragon's movements become increasingly urgent, its hips bucking and grinding with fierce abandon.
The Typhoomerang, caught off guard by the Flightmare's sudden intensity, struggles to match its new partner's pace. The two dragons' shafts slide and twist within Toothless's stuffed channel, creating a complex interplay of friction and stimulation that borders on delirium.
Toothless's body, already overwhelmed by the relentless assault, trembles and spasms uncontrollably. His emerald eyes widen, rolling back in ecstasy as he teeters on the edge of a monumental climax. The Night Fury's muscles clamp down on the invading shafts, trapping them in a velvet vise as he fights to maintain his sanity amidst the maelstrom of sensations.
Hiccup, transfixed by the wild display, finds himself drawn into the vortex of Toothless's pleasure. His own desires ignite, fueled by the primal energy emanating from the entwined dragons. The human's heart races, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he battles the urge to join the carnal fray, knowing that to do so would be to cross a line from which there might be no return.
Toothless, unable to withstand the relentless stimulation any longer, finally reaches his breaking point. His body arches sharply, his tail rigid and his wings splaying wide as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over him. The Night Fury's walls contract violently, squeezing the shafts inside him in a desperate attempt to milk his mates dry.
The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang respond instantly, their own climaxes triggered by Toothless's vise-like grip. Hot, sticky torrents of semen flood the Night Fury's insides, mixing and churning with each throbbing pulse of the dragons' releases. Toothless's belly swells dramatically, his skin stretching taut to accommodate the massive volumes of seed being pumped into him.
Hiccup watches in awe as Toothless's body becomes a living sculpture of pleasure and excess, his form contorted in a grotesqueque parody of satisfaction. The human's own needs reach a fever pitch, the spectacle of his best friend's debauchery pushing him to the brink of his own desperate climax.
The clearing fills with the cacophonous sounds of the dragons' roars and Toothless's cries, punctuated by the wet, smacking noises of their relentless rutting. Hiccup's breath comes in ragged gasps, his vision hazing as he struggles to maintain control amidst the hurricane of lust surrounding him.
Typhomerang's shaft começa reação formando o knot fazendo um aperto sendo que o outro dragão já tem knot dentro do Toothless. Toothless sente os knot o preenchendo, fazendo o corpo responder ao estímulo e ao aperto.
As the Typhoomerang reaches, its shaft begins to swell and expand, forming a thick, bulbous knot. The new knot pressed tightly against the Flightmare's existing knot, creating an intense, pleasurable pressure that intensifies the sensations for both Toothless and his mates.
The Night Fury's body reacts instinctively to the added stimulation, his inner muscles contracting and rippling around the trapped knots. The
sudden change in geometry and friction drives Toothless's climax to new heights, his orgasm prolonged and amplified by the relentless stimulation.
The dragons' hips lock together, their intertwined forms trembling and shuddering as they ride out the prolonged wave of ecstasy. Toothless's mouth falls open in a silent scream, his eyes rolling back as his body is wracked by powerful convulsions. The Night Fury's tail thrashes wildly, his claws digging into the ground as he loses himself entirely to the overwhelming sensations.
Hiccup, overcome by the sheer intensity of the scene unfolding before him, finally succumbs to his own desires. His hand reaches down, grasping his erection tightly with the dragons in their desperate quest for release. The human's cries of pleasure mingle with those of his friends, the three beings caught in a primal dance of satisfaction and connection.
The Viking's eyes are in disbelief when the dragons want to separate them they get stuck ass to ass.........but the Flightmare and the Typhoomerang who have their shaft knot stuck against Toothless's asshole. Both lean on the ground from exhaustion.
Hiccup stares in disbelief as the entwined dragons attempt to separate, only to discover that their mating knots have locked them securely together. The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang collapse to the ground, exhausted by the intensity of their shared climax, their bodies remaining intimately connected via the trapped Toothless.
The Night Fury, sandwiched between his two mates, lies prone and panting, his limbs splayed in a sprawling manner. His emerald eyes flutter weakly, struggling to focus on his surroundings. Toothless's chest rises and falls rapidly, his lungs burning as he fights to replenish the oxygen depleted during their marathon session.
Hiccup approaches cautiously, his heart racing as he takes in the surreal tableau. He kneels beside Toothless, gently laying a hand on the Night Fury's shoulder. The touch seems to elicit a feeble response from the exhausted dragon, his tail twitching slightly.
"The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang," Hiccup murmurs softly, "they've locked themselves together with you. We'll need to figure out how to separate you safely."
The human's mind races with possibilities, knowing that removing the dragons' knots prematurely could cause serious injury.
Hiccup approaches Toothless cautiously, giving the exhausted Night Fury time to recover from his intense encounter with the Flightmare. Once he's confident that Toothless is stable, he gently pats his friend's neck, murmuring words of praise and affection.
With a deep sigh, Hiccup carefully climbs onto Toothless's back, settling into the custom-made saddle. Toothless stirs reluctantly, his body still tingling with residual pleasure and fatigue. Nevertheless, he understands
the importance of returning home, and with a low chirp, he spreads his wings and launches into the sky.
As they ascend, Toothless's movements become smoother, his powerful wingbeats carrying them swiftly towards the distant outline of Berk. Hiccup wraps his arms around Toothless's neck, his mind racing with thoughts of the strange and liberating events of the day.
The Night Fury's belly presses against Hiccup's legs, a constant reminder of the life-growing within. Toothless's instincts tell him that something crucial has changed, that his bond with the Flightmare and Typhoomerang has altered the course of both their lives. Yet, he finds comfort in Hiccup's presence, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, they will face them together, as partners and friends.
Berk comes into view, a beacon of familiarity and safety amidst the ever-changing landscape of dragon-human relations. As Toothless descends, a chorus of voices greets them, the villagers eager to hear the tale of their adventures and the miraculous events that have unfolded.


As Toothless and Hiccup made their way back to New Berk, the unusual predicament of the Night Fury remained: he was still intimately connected, in an "ass-to-ass" position, with both the Typhoomerang and the Flightmare. The journey was a slow and somewhat awkward one, given the physical constraint of the two larger dragons attached to Toothless.


Hiccup, seated precariously on Toothless's back, found himself constantly aware of the two exhausted dragons trailing behind them, their knots still firmly lodged within Toothless's tailhole. The Flightmare and the Typhoomerang, though fatigued from their intense mating ritual, seemed content in their entwined state, their bodies moving in a synchronized, if somewhat cumbersome, manner with Toothless's flight.


The sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as they approached New Berk. Hiccup knew explaining this situation to the villagers, and especially to Astrid, would be a monumental task. The sight of Toothless, his beloved Night Fury, with two other dragons still physically attached to him in such a way, was bound to cause quite a stir.
As they neared the village, the familiar shouts and greetings of the Berkian villagers could be heard. Suddenly, the murmurs turned to gasps of shock and then to confused chatter as the unique aerial procession came into full view. Children pointed, adults stared, and a few dropped their baskets in disbelief.
Astrid was among the first to reach them as Toothless, with his two attached companions, made a somewhat ungainly landing in the village square. Her eyes, usually sharp and discerning, widened in utter astonishment. "Hiccup! Toothless! What in the name of Thor happened?!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of concern and bewilderment.
Hiccup dismounted, his legs feeling a little unsteady after the prolonged and unusual flight. He patted Toothless's flank, then gestured vaguely towards the Typhoomerang and the Flightmare. "It's... complicated, Astrid," he began, running a hand through his hair. "We had a bit of an... encounter."
Gobber, ever the pragmatist, hobbled over, his eyes squinting at the entangled dragons. "Well, I've seen some strange things in my time, Hiccup, but this takes the yak cake! How are we supposed to get these three untangled?"
Word of the unusual arrival spread like wildfire through New Berk. Soon, the entire village had gathered, a cacophony of whispers, theories, and bewildered exclamations filling the air. Toothless, usually the center of affectionate attention, was now the subject of an entirely new kind of spectacle. He let out a soft rumble, a mix of exhaustion and perhaps a touch of embarrassment, as the villagers continued to gawk.
Hiccup, gathering his thoughts, explained the situation as best he could, recounting the Deathsong encounter, the Typhoomerang's unexpected arrival, and the Flightmare's timely intervention, carefully omitting some of the more intimate details, yet the visual evidence spoke volumes. He emphasized Toothless's involuntary participation and the unforeseen consequences of the dragons' instincts taking over.
"So, they're... stuck?" Fishlegs asked, his brow furrowed in scientific curiosity mixed with unease. He approached cautiously, examining the interconnected dragons. "The mating knots, of course! A common biological phenomenon in some dragon species, but rarely observed in such a... communal fashion."
Snotlout, ever the opportunist for a joke, whistled. "Looks like Toothless had quite the party while you were gone, Hicup! Never thought I'd see a Night Fury in a dragon love sandwich!" His remark earned him a sharp elbow from Astrid.
"This is serious, Snotlout!" Astrid retorted. "Toothless is clearly distressed, and we need to figure out a way to help him and these other dragons safely."
Hiccup nodded, "Exactly. We can't just pull them apart; it could cause serious injury. We need to wait for the knots to naturally deflate."
The process was slow, and the villagers, while initially curious, soon grew accustomed to the sight of the three dragons moving as one. Food and water were brought to the entwined trio, and a makeshift shelter was erected to provide them with some privacy and shade. Toothless, still feeling the lingering effects of the encounters, rested as much as possible, his body still adjusting to the profound changes within him.


Days turned into a week, and the knots showed only gradual signs of receding. Hiccup spent countless hours observing the dragons, consulting with Fishlegs, and reading through ancient dragon texts in search of any information that might expedite the process or at least ensure the dragons' comfort. He learned that such prolonged matings, while rare, sometimes occurred when multiple dominant males were involved, leading to a kind of biological stalemate.
During this time, a strange dynamic began to emerge between the three dragons. The initial possessiveness of the Typhoomerang towards Toothless seemed to have softened, and even the Flightmare, initially a protective force, now shared a curious, almost post-coital languor with its temporary mates. They would often rest together, their bodies still intimately connected, their breathing synchronized. Toothless, for his part, seemed to be navigating a complex emotional landscape, his instincts warring with his usual loyalties. He was undeniably affected by the intense pleasures he had experienced, and sometimes, a soft purr would escape him when the Typhoomerang or Flightmare shifted, a testament to the primal urges that had overtaken him.
One afternoon, as Hiccup was sketching the dragons, trying to capture the absurdity and unexpected tenderness of the situation, he noticed a subtle shift. The Typhoomerang stirred, a low groan rumbling in its chest, and then, with a soft squelch, its knot finally disengaged from Toothless. A collective sigh of relief, both from Hiccup and the assembled villagers, rippled through the air. The Typhoomerang, now free, stretched its limbs, then surprisingly, nudged Toothless with its snout before flying off, disappearing into the sky.
Now it was just Toothless and the Flightmare, still joined. The Flightmare, though no longer an unwilling participant, remained calmly beside Toothless, a quiet sense of companionship settling between them.
Another day passed, and the Flightmare's knot also began to loosen. With a final, gentle pull, it too separated from Toothless. The Night Fury let out a deep, shuddering breath, a release that seemed to encompass not just physical freedom but also emotional relief. He stretched, wiggling his tail, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, moved completely unencumbered.


Hiccup rushed to Toothless's side, embracing him tightly. "You're free, buddy! You're finally free!"
Toothless chirped, nuzzling into Hiccup's hand, but there was a subtle difference in his demeanor. A newfound maturity, perhaps, or a lingering echo of the profound experiences he had undergone. He still felt the subtle changes within his body, the nascent life growing there, a testament to the powerful, unforeseen consequences of his encounters.
As the days turned into weeks, Toothless slowly but surely returned to his old self, though with a new quietness, a depth in his emerald eyes that hadn't been there before. He continued to fly with Hiccup, his movements now more fluid and powerful than ever. But there was a new routine too: often, after their flights, Toothless would disappear for a while, returning with a satisfied, almost contented look. Hiccup, though curious, decided not to press, trusting his friend to navigate his new realities.
One evening, as Hiccup was preparing for bed, Toothless nudged him gently, then let out a soft rumble. Hiccup looked at his friend, and for the first time, he noticed the subtle, almost imperceptible rounding of Toothless's belly. His eyes widened in understanding. "Toothless... you're... you're going to be a dad?" he whispered, a mix of shock and wonder filling his voice.
Toothless purred, nuzzling Hiccup's hand, confirming the unspoken truth. The bond they shared had always been extraordinary, but now, it had taken on a new dimension, forever entwined with the unexpected complexities of dragon biology and the raw, untamed forces of nature. The lingering scars, indeed. But also, the promise of new life, forged in the most unforeseen of circumstances.
After the tumultuous return to New Berk, where Toothless slowly recovered from his unexpected threesome with the Typhoomerang and the Flightmare, a new, unsettling rhythm settled over the Night Fury's life. The villagers, while relieved to see the knots finally deflate and the dragons separate, remained perplexed by Toothless's newfound quietness and the subtle, almost imperceptible rounding of his belly. Hiccup knew, with a mix of awe and trepidation, that his best friend carried the legacy of those encounters within him. But the universe, it seemed, was not yet done with Toothless's journey of primal discovery. The lingering scent of dragon musk, the primal urges now deeply ingrained within him, drew him, and by extension Hiccup, into further, even more extraordinary encounters.
The once predictable world of New Berk, nestled amidst familiar fjords and dragon-friendly skies, began to warp and shift around Hiccup and Toothless. What had started as a terrifying, forced act of procreation had morphed into something far more complex, a series of primal awakenings within the Night Fury that Hiccup struggled to comprehend, let alone control. Toothless, the loyal companion, the playful friend, was now also a vessel, a magnet, a siren for the wild, untamed passions of the dragon kingdom. His body, subtly altering with each passing week, became a living testament to these profound, often bewildering transformations. The villagers, at first shocked, then wary, now regarded Toothless with a mixture of reverence and unease, their whispers following the Night Fury wherever he went. The familiar scent of fish and pine in New Berk was increasingly overlaid with the musky, intoxicating aroma of dragon pheromones emanating from Toothless, a scent that hinted at untamed desires and burgeoning life. Hiccup found himself perpetually on edge, his mind a whirlwind of concern for his friend's well-being and a growing, unsettling fascination with the raw, biological forces at play. Each new morning brought with it the possibility of a new scent, a new distant rumble, a new, unavoidable call that Toothless, driven by instincts now deeper than loyalty, would answer, pulling Hiccup along into a cascade of increasingly bizarre and intimate encounters. The very definition of their bond, of Toothless's identity, seemed to be constantly redefined, stretched and reshaped by these unexpected, primal claims.
The Fiery Embrace of the Monstrous Nightmare
Weeks after the last incident, as New Berk was slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy, patching up the emotional and logistical aftermath of Toothless's previous entanglements, a new scent wafted through the air – sharp, acrid, undeniably potent, and strangely, profoundly alluring to Toothless's heightened senses. It was the unmistakable aroma of a Monstrous Nightmare, known for their aggressive temperament, their fiery breath, and their fiercely independent nature. Hiccup, still grappling with the implications of Toothless's condition and the faint, unsettling movements he could sometimes feel in his dragon's distended belly, noticed the Night Fury's ears twitch, his tail twitching with an unfamiliar, almost frantic restlessness. His heart sank, a heavy stone in his chest, knowing what this restless energy, this focused attention, inevitably meant. Another one. It was an inevitable, terrifying thought, yet the very air around Toothless seemed to vibrate with a potent, irresistible magnetism, a silent, biological clarion call that only other dragons could truly hear and feel.
"What is it, bud?" Hiccup murmured, his voice laced with a weary resignation, already feeling a prickle of unease that settled deep in his bones. Toothless let out a low rumble, a sound that conveyed a strange mix of deep, undeniable desire and profound apprehension, his normally docile, intelligent eyes now gleaming with an uncharacteristic intensity, a wildness Hiccup had rarely seen. Then, without warning, he launched into the sky, a powerful, instinct-driven surge, a blur of black against the pale morning light, Hiccup barely holding on, his prosthetic leg bracing against the sudden, jarring force of the ascent. The familiar landscape of Berk fell away beneath them, replaced by a blurred expanse as Toothless flew with a focused, almost desperate speed, an unyielding trajectory, following the unseen currents of scent and instinct, a primal map laid out by unseen forces. Hiccup could feel the faint tremor in Toothless's muscles, a vibration of internal conflict, of burgeoning desire clashing with the residual weariness of his previous encounters, yet the hunger was paramount.
They followed the intoxicating scent to a desolate, rocky outcrop, a volcanic scar on the land, where the very air shimmered with an oppressive heat. The ground was blackened, strewn with jagged obsidian, and the distant hum of magma could almost be felt beneath their feet. There, amidst the rising heat haze, a magnificent Monstrous Nightmare, its scales a vibrant crimson, like cooled magma, or fresh, dried blood, was basking in the afternoon sun. It was a male, even larger than most, its horns spiraling impressively upwards, casting long, dark shadows that danced across the scorched earth, and its powerful, clawed limbs, thick as tree trunks, indicative of immense, untamed strength and a fearsome fighting prowess. Smoke curled lazily from its nostrils, thin tendrils against the clear sky, and its segmented, armor-like scales seemed to pulse with an inner fire, a living furnace. As Toothless approached, circling cautiously, the Monstrous Nightmare lifted its massive, horned head, its fiery eyes – molten gold against its crimson hide – locking onto the Night Fury with an unnerving, predatory interest that quickly, almost magically, shifted into something else entirely. It snorted, a deep, rumbling sound like grinding stone, and then, to Hiccup's utter bewilderment, lowered its head in a gesture that was unmistakably submissive, a primal invitation, a silent plea for connection. This was not a challenge; it was a beckoning, an open offer that Toothless, despite his full belly, seemed incapable of refusing.
Toothless, driven by an instinct he could no longer deny, an urge that pulsed through every fiber of his being, responded. He landed gracefully, a soft thud on the volcanic rock, the impact sending tiny pebbles skittering. His emerald eyes remained fixed on the larger dragon, a silent communion passing between them. The Monstrous Nightmare began to emit a low, guttural purr, a sound like grinding tectonic plates shifting beneath the earth, its entire body shimmering with intense internal heat, causing the air around it to warp visibly, creating distorted mirages. Its segmented scales flared, revealing pulsing veins beneath, a clear sign of intense, overwhelming arousal, and its long, serpentine neck coiled and uncoiled with an almost mesmerizing fluidity, presenting its hindquarters to Toothless with an almost delicate grace for such a massive beast. The exposed cloaca pulsed, radiating heat and an intoxicating musk that assaulted Hiccup's senses even from Toothless's back, a heavy, sweet, acrid scent that clung to the air.
Hiccup watched, transfixed and horrified, his grip on Toothless's saddle tightening until his knuckles ached white, his breath caught in his throat, as Toothless, almost as if compelled by an ancient, inescapable force beyond his own will, moved towards the Monstrous Nightmare. The Night Fury's own body responded, a tremor running through him, from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail, his tail curling with an unfamiliar, almost eager enthusiasm, and his cloacal slit began to pulsate, slick with an internal lubrication that glistened in the harsh light. The Monstrous Nightmare let out a deep, resonant growl of anticipation, a sound of profound satisfaction and longing, as Toothless positioned himself, his already pregnant belly brushing lightly against the larger dragon's scales, a strange, tender contact before the more brutal embrace. The air thrummed with unspoken expectation.
With a deep, almost involuntary sigh that seemed to release a lifetime of stored tension and primal urges, Toothless lowered himself, his slick, swollen tailhole pressing against the Monstrous Nightmare's exposed, engorged shaft. The larger dragon groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the very ground, shaking the obsidian fragments beneath them, its body arching instinctively as Toothless began to slide down, slowly, inexorably, impaling himself on the fiery length. A collective gasp escaped Hiccup's lips, caught in his throat, a sound of mingled shock and reluctant awe, as Toothless was consumed, his smaller body seemingly swallowed by the Monstrous Nightmare's impressive girth. Toothless's body momentarily tensed, a rigid line of resistance and profound sensation, every muscle straining, before relaxing into a rhythmic, almost practiced motion, a primal dance that seemed to have been choreographed over eons, passed down through generations of dragons. The Night Fury's inner muscles contracted and stretched, clamping down and releasing, milking the Monstrous Nightmare's shaft with an intensity that made the larger dragon shudder, its fiery scales briefly flaring even brighter, a visible manifestation of its rising pleasure. Hiccup felt the surge of internal heat from the Monstrous Nightmare, a searing warmth that permeated Toothless's body and, by extension, his own, making his skin prickle.
The Monstrous Nightmare's powerful, clawed tail wrapped around Toothless's hindquarters, pulling him flush against its body, a possessive, consuming embrace that allowed no escape. The sounds of wet, fleshy friction filled the air, a symphony of primal urges, rhythmic and insistent, punctuated by the dragons' strained breaths and primal moans that echoed across the desolate landscape, bouncing off the rocky walls. The Monstrous Nightmare began to thrust, its hips driving into Toothless with unyielding, insistent force, a relentless rhythm, eliciting a complex mix of cries and purrs from the Night Fury, cries that spoke of both piercing pain and exquisite pleasure, of surrender and profound satisfaction. Hiccup, clinging desperately to Toothless's back, his own muscles aching, felt every shudder, every pulse of the union beneath him, the rhythmic impacts jarring his own body, threatening to dislodge him. The very ground seemed to tremble with the force of their joined passion, the air growing thick and heavy with the pungent, intoxicating musk of dragon pheromones, a scent that now seemed inextricably linked to Toothless. He could hear Toothless's labored, ragged breathing, the soft, squelching sounds of their bodies intertwining, and a strange, almost hypnotic rhythm of the Monstrous Nightmare's powerful thrusts.
As the climax neared, a palpable tension built in the air, electric and charged, shimmering around the two dragons. The Monstrous Nightmare's shaft swelled further, expanding with astonishing rapidity, forming a prominent, unyielding knot that locked securely inside Toothless's tailhole, a biological anchor that bound them irrevocably. The Night Fury's body convulsed violently, a series of rapid, uncontrollable spasms, his emerald eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible, a complete loss of self. He was completely filled, stretched to his absolute limit, his already impossibly pregnant belly pressing against the unyielding knot from within, a painful yet profoundly pleasurable pressure. His own seed erupted, a surprisingly voluminous gush, a hot, sticky torrent, mingling with the Monstrous Nightmare's copious deposit, a thick, viscous art that painted the volcanic earth below with new, glistening patterns. The combined release was a wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure that shook Toothless to his core, a primal scream caught in his throat, his body arching in a silent, magnificent testament to the intensity, a profound, consuming orgasm that seemed to last forever. Hiccup felt Toothless's entire body go rigid, then tremor with a sustained, powerful orgasm that threatened to dislodge him from the saddle, his own body reacting involuntarily to the sheer animalistic force. The heat radiating from both dragons became almost unbearable, a searing inferno of shared ecstasy, a living furnace of primal desire.
When the tremors finally subsided, leaving the air heavy and still, thick with the scent of spent passion, both dragons lay panting, exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat and dragon essence. The Monstrous Nightmare's knot remained firmly lodged, connecting them in a permanent, if temporary, "ass-to-ass" embrace, a grotesque yet strangely beautiful tableau of spent passion. Toothless, his belly now impossibly, ludicrously distended, still heavily pregnant from the previous encounters, now carried another life, another burgeoning bulge in his belly a testament to his unwilling, yet instinctually satisfying, role in the dragon kingdom's propagation. His usually sleek scales were ruffled, matted with fluid, his eyes glazed with a lingering, satisfied haze, yet beneath it, a profound weariness, a deeper exhaustion that seemed to reach his very soul. Hiccup, now well and truly accustomed to this bizarre reality, his own body aching from the violent ride, his mind reeling, could only sigh, a sound of weary resignation that echoed the vast emptiness of the landscape. This was going to be another long, arduous walk back to New Berk, another awkward explanation to bewildered villagers, another round of staring and whispering. The sun began its slow descent, painting the sky with the same fiery hues as the Monstrous Nightmare, a grim yet beautiful backdrop to Toothless's ever-expanding, increasingly perplexing, and profoundly intimate journey.
The Colossal Union with the Red Death
The village had barely recovered from the sight of Toothless and the Monstrous Nightmare – another awkward journey back, another prolonged, uneasy stay in the village square as the knot slowly deflated, the discussions among the villagers a mix of awe, fear, and increasingly, crude jokes about Toothless's surprising virility. The communal knot, thankfully, released after what felt like an eternity, leaving behind a slightly less swollen, but still profoundly pregnant, Night Fury. But the scents, the primal urges, were not diminishing; instead, they were growing stronger within Toothless, becoming an inescapable, overwhelming current, pulling him deeper into the mysteries of dragon procreation. He was becoming a magnet, an irresistible beacon for the most dominant and primal dragons, his unique genetic makeup and burgeoning pregnancies acting as a powerful, almost magical lure across the entire archipelago. One morning, a tremor shook New Berk, not a localized rumble from a nearby rockslide, but a low, resonant vibration that vibrated through the very ground, through the foundations of their homes, through the very bones of the island, a deep, ancient thrumming that seemed to rise from the core of the world. This was not a storm. This was something ancient, something colossal, something that stirred ancestral fears in the very depths of their Viking souls, a primeval dread.
"That can't be..." Hiccup whispered, his voice barely audible above the growing tremor, a cold, dread-filled chill running down his spine that had nothing to do with the morning air. Only one dragon, one singular, monstrous entity, could cause such a profound, earth-shaking tremor. The Red Death. The legendary Alpha of Alphas, a monstrous, almost mythical beast from the deepest lore of dragon-kind, usually isolated in its vast, volcanic lair, rarely venturing forth. And it was a terrifying thought, utterly inconceivable, that this creature of unimaginable power, this embodiment of ancient might and destructive force, was drawn to Toothless. It defied all logic, all reason, all known natural laws, yet the primal call was undeniable, a raw, instinctual pull that Toothless seemed helpless to resist.
Toothless, however, was already responding. His body, now perpetually rounder, almost spherical, with the numerous, progressively larger pregnancies, shuddered with a mix of visceral, paralyzing fear and an undeniable, almost gravitational pull that transcended all previous instincts, all loyalty, all training. His eyes, though wide with apprehension, held a glint of the same compulsive desire that had driven him to the previous matings, a terrifying, instinct-driven hunger. He launched into the sky, a powerful, instinct-driven surge, a blur of black against the pale morning light, with Hiccup holding on for dear life, his mind racing with desperate, futile plans, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword, though he knew it would be utterly useless, a mere toothpick against such a foe.
They flew for hours, deep into uncharted territories, across landscapes scarred by ancient, forgotten battles, a desolate, ravaged land. The tremors grew stronger, more frequent, rhythmic pulses through the earth, guiding them towards a vast, desolate valley, a chasm in the world, a landscape of fractured earth and skeletal forests, dead trees stretching like gnarled fingers to the sky. There, amidst the ruins of what might have once been mountains, now mere rubble, they saw it. The Red Death. It was truly a force of nature, a living mountain of scales and teeth, a leviathan, its three-headed form casting an enormous, oppressive shadow that blotted out the rising sun, plunging the valley into an unnatural twilight. Its eyes, burning like molten gold, like twin suns in the smoky air, fixed on the approaching Night Fury with an unnerving, calculating intensity, a cold, ancient hunger. This was an Alpha, a queen of unimaginable power, a force of destruction embodied, and yet, there was a strange, almost hungry look in her eyes, a look of profound, instinctual desire, a need that overrode even her monstrous size, as she regarded the small, pregnant Toothless.
The Red Death let out a roar that could shatter mountains, a sound that ripped through the very fabric of the air, vibrating through Hiccup's entire body, echoing endlessly through the valley, a sound of pure, unadulterated power. But it wasn't a roar of aggression; it was a deep, rumbling call, a primal invitation, a sound of anticipation that sent shivers down Hiccup's spine and resonated deep within Toothless's chest, a responsive thrum. She lowered her central head, its massive, horned maw coming within yards of them, a gesture of unexpected intimacy for such a beast, then, with immense, earth-shattering effort, shifted her gargantuan body, causing the ground to convulse beneath them, exposing her massive cloaca. The sheer scale of it was overwhelming, a dark, cavernous opening compared to Toothless's relatively small form, a void that seemed capable of swallowing kingdoms whole. Primal fluids glistened, steaming faintly in the cold morning air.
Toothless, despite his profound, instinctual fear, responded, his tail twitching frantically. His body felt hot, a searing internal inferno, an intense, instinctual desire overriding all logic, all reason, all self-preservation. He landed directly in front of the colossal opening, a tiny silhouette against the vastness of the Red Death's form, his own tail twitching with an undeniable, almost hypnotic eagerness, pulling him forward. Hiccup watched, paralyzed by terror and morbid fascination, his breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, as Toothless, guided by an unseen, ancient force, began to approach the massive queen, a mere speck drawn into a monstrous vortex of desire.
The Red Death shifted slightly, her immense body enveloping Toothless, almost gently, as if cradling him, a gesture of unexpected tenderness from a creature of such devastation. Her colossal shaft, thick as a tree trunk, began to emerge, slick and glistening with primal fluids, pulsing with internal power, engorged and ready. Toothless, utterly dwarfed by her immense size, was positioned directly against it, a tiny ship against a monstrous, swelling wave. The sheer disproportion was astounding, physically impossible, defying all biological understanding, yet the primal connection superseded all physical limitations, all anatomical differences. With a deep, shuddering breath, a sound that seemed to come from the very core of his being, a mix of apprehension and profound desire, Toothless began to slide onto the enormous shaft, his entire body straining to accommodate the unimaginable girth, his scales scraping and stretching against the colossal length. A low, strangled cry escaped him as he was slowly, inexorably, consumed, stretched around the colossal length, his pregnant belly pushing against the invading mass, creating a painful internal pressure.
The Red Death rumbled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the entire valley, her massive body trembling with intense, consuming pleasure as Toothless, completely engulfed, took her full measure. The sounds were immense, deafening, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh resonating like thunder through the valley, each thrust an earthquake, shaking the very ground beneath them. Her multiple heads let out a synchronized groan, a booming chorus of ecstasy that seemed to shake the very stars from the sky. Toothless, though stretched to his absolute limit, his body a taut bowstring around the colossal shaft, found an undeniable, powerful satisfaction in the overwhelming sensation, a pleasure that transcended his initial fear, a profound, instinctual fulfillment. His already impossibly pregnant belly pressed against the immense shaft, a strange communion of burgeoning life and overwhelming passion, and he shuddered with a primal, multi-layered orgasm, his small body convulsing violently around the Red Death's monstrous member, milking it with desperate contractions. His own seed, surprisingly copious despite the internal pressure, erupted, a geyser of milky white fluid, mixing with the Red Death's volcanic discharge, a hot, sticky torrent that flooded the valley floor around them, steaming in the cool air, forming small, transient pools.
The Red Death's knot, immense and unyielding, a bulbous expansion of unimaginable scale, swelled, locking Toothless firmly in place, buried deep within her, an inescapable biological anchor. The two, the colossal queen and the tiny Night Fury, remained joined, "ass-to-ass," in a tableau that defied all logic and scale, a monument to primal union and biological inevitability. Toothless, now carrying an even more monumental burden of new life, his belly bulging impossibly, ludicrously distended, stretched thin to the point of transparency, lay utterly spent, his body inextricably linked to the largest dragon he had ever encountered. His scales, usually sleek, now looked dull, almost bruised from the intensity of the strain. His eyes, though still glowing faintly with residual pleasure, were glazed over with profound exhaustion, a deep weariness that seemed to reach his very soul. Hiccup, now entirely speechless, his mind reeling from the unfathomable spectacle, his own body trembling, could only cling on, feeling the immense weight of the Red Death and the fragile form of Toothless. He wondered how they would ever get this one back to Berk, how he would explain this to Astrid. The sun, once a distant point, was now a fiery orb on the horizon, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to mock their predicament. The sheer scale of the Red Death made any thought of movement impossible; they were prisoners of the biological process, waiting for the leviathan's knot to deflate, a silent, terrifying vigil.
The Volcanic Embrace of the Green Death
The journey back from the Red Death's valley was arduous, taking days, each slow, agonizing step a testament to the colossal dragon's unyielding grip. The sheer scale of the Red Death made movement excruciatingly slow, dragging Toothless and Hiccup along like forgotten toys, their progress measured in inches. When they finally arrived back at New Berk, the entire village was not just in awe, but in profound, trembling fear of the giant queen still attached to Toothless, her immense form dominating the horizon. The communal knot, thankfully, released after what felt like an eternity, a slow, squelching disengagement that reverberated through the very ground, shaking the very foundations of the village, and the Red Death, with a final, booming purr that shook the island to its core, returned to her solitary reign, leaving behind a scarred earth and a deeply altered, even more profoundly pregnant, Night Fury. But Toothless, though physically free, was clearly not done. The numerous pregnancies were progressing, his belly growing to an astonishing, almost grotesque size, his movements increasingly heavy and labored, and the primal urges, now amplified by the Alpha queen's essence, called to him with a relentless, inescapable intensity, a siren song from the depths of the dragon world that only he, and other dragons, could truly hear.
The next call was a scent of brimstone and molten rock, a scent so potent it seemed to burn Hiccup's nostrils, a primal warning that permeated the very air. It pulled Toothless towards the most dangerous place imaginable: an active lava caldera, a fiery maw in the earth that constantly spewed smoke and molten rock, a place of death and primordial creation. This could only mean one thing: the Green Death, a cousin to the Red Death, known for its volcanic lair, its immense power, and its terrifying ferocity. This was a direct, inescapable summons.
"No, Toothless, no!" Hiccup pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation, trying to restrain his friend, attempting to steer him away from the fiery abyss, his hands digging into Toothless's scales, but the Night Fury's instincts were overwhelming, a primal, unyielding force that superseded all loyalty, all training. He launched himself towards the smoking peaks, a dark silhouette against the fiery sky, Hiccup barely managing to secure himself in the saddle, knowing that this was a journey from which they might not return, a true descent into the heart of a dragon's hell. The air grew progressively hotter, thicker with ash and sulfur, stinging his eyes, burning his lungs with every desperate breath.
They ascended higher and higher, the heat becoming unbearable, the air shimmering with oppressive waves. Finally descending into a vast, steaming caldera, a colossal cauldron of bubbling lava and jagged, obsidian rock, a landscape ripped from a nightmare. The air was thick with sulfur and oppressive heat, shimmering visibly from the intense temperatures, distorting the very light. Below, amidst bubbling lava flows and grotesque, distorted volcanic formations, a colossal Green Death stirred. Its scales, a mottled green and brown, seemed to blend seamlessly with the rocky landscape, making it almost invisible until it moved, a shift of vast geological proportions, and its massive body radiated an intense, almost unbearable heat, causing the very air around it to warp and distort. Like the Red Death, it was an Alpha, a queen of immense power, and its eyes, glowing like embers in the smoke-filled air, fixed on Toothless with an ancient, knowing hunger, a look of profound, instinctual desire that transcended even the raw, untamed fury of the volcano.
The Green Death let out a low, rumbling groan, a sound that vibrated through the molten earth itself, shaking the caldera to its core, and causing the very ground beneath them to tremble, sending shivers up Hiccup's spine. It shifted its immense weight, its colossal body settling into a receptive position with a grinding of rock, sending sprays of molten debris, its gargantuan cloaca shimmering with internal heat and wetness in the smoky, oppressive air. Steam rose around it, hissing as it met the air, creating an ethereal, dangerous aura, a shroud of primal passion that seemed to engulf the entire caldera.
Toothless, his smaller body shaking with anticipation and instinct, a tiny, dark silhouette against the fiery glow, landed on a precarious ledge just above the Green Death, the molten rock below casting an eerie, orange glow on his scales. The heat was immense, almost unbearable, scorching his skin, making his scales hot to the touch, but Toothless was undeterred, his primal drive overriding all physical discomfort, all fear of immolation. He approached the vast opening, a tiny speck against the immense, pulsating maw, his own tail twitching with a deep, primal yearning that pulled him forward irresistibly, like a moth to a flame.
The Green Death's colossal shaft began to emerge, thick as a massive tree trunk, engorged and pulsing with internal heat, glistening with primal fluids that caught the lava's light. Toothless, though tiny in comparison, aligned himself with a desperate precision, his impossibly pregnant belly pressing against the volcanic rock, a grotesque, yet strangely beautiful testament to his fate, to the life he was now carrying. With a powerful, almost desperate lunge, a final, instinct-driven surge, he impaled himself on the fiery length, his body screaming in protest and profound pleasure as he was stretched to his absolute limit, his muscles tearing, his very form distorting around the massive girth, the heat from within almost overwhelming. The heat from the Green Death's body, combined with the immense penetration, made Toothless shudder uncontrollably, his body convulsing in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, a chaotic symphony of sensation.
The Green Death roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that echoed through the caldera, bouncing off the molten walls and jagged peaks, as Toothless, completely swallowed by her, began his rhythmic movements, a small, dark shape within an immense green cavern, now also pulsing with light. The massive dragon's hips ground against Toothless, driving him deeper, faster, the sounds of their union wet and explosive in the volcanic air, punctuated by the hiss of steam and the gurgle of lava, creating a primal, terrifying symphony. Toothless, despite the intense pain of stretching, found himself consumed by a powerful, primal pleasure, a sensation that transcended his physical suffering, a profound, instinctual fulfillment. He felt his numerous pregnancies press against the invading shaft, a strange communion of burgeoning life and overwhelming passion, a unique, internal pressure that both pained and delighted him. His own body convulsed, releasing a torrent of seed, surprisingly copious, a thick, milky white fluid that mixed with the Green Death's volcanic discharge, a fiery, hot torrent that steamed and sizzled as it hit the lava-soaked ground, evaporating instantly in plumes of pungent, sulfurous mist.
The Green Death's knot, immense and burning hot, a monstrous, pulsating bulb of flesh, swelled, locking Toothless firmly within her, "ass-to-ass," an inescapable biological anchor in the heart of the volcano. Both dragons lay panting in the inferno, their bodies slick with sweat and primal fluids, the smaller Night Fury completely encompassed by the larger queen's vastness, a tiny jewel within a monumental green shell. Toothless, now impossibly bloated with new life, his belly stretched taut to the point of transparency, revealing faint, internal stirrings, remained utterly spent, his future a bewildering tapestry of primal urges and unexpected motherhood, his body inextricably bound to the volcanic Alpha, his scales dull from the heat and exhaustion. His eyes, though glazed with pleasure, also held a profound weariness, an acceptance of his fate, a deep, knowing resignation. Hiccup, faint from the heat and the sheer spectacle, his own body trembling from the reverberations, his head spinning from the noxious fumes, could only pray for a swift release, and a safe journey home from the literal jaws of hell, a journey that seemed less likely with every passing moment in this fiery, primordial crucible.
The Radiant Connection with the Fireworm Queen
After what felt like an eternity, an agonizing stretch of days spent waiting in the searing heat of the caldera, the Green Death's knot finally deflated, a slow, squelching release that brought a wave of relief to Hiccup, and a profound, shuddering exhalation from Toothless. The colossal queen, with a final, satisfied, earth-shaking rumble, disappeared back into the depths of her fiery lair, leaving behind a profound silence. Toothless, now a veritable balloon of dragon pregnancies, his belly so distended it seemed impossible for him to fly, his movements slow and ponderous, was freed, but the primal urges within him continued to intensify, each encounter deepening his connection to the dragon kingdom's ancient rites, reshaping his very essence, making him less Hiccup's companion and more a force of nature. The constant, intoxicating scent of dragon musk seemed to emanate from him, a beacon in the wilderness, drawing others to his unique fertility.
The next call was a scent of warm, sweet, and incandescent light – the distinct, almost comforting aroma of a Fireworm. But this was not just any Fireworm. This was the scent of a Queen, a powerful, alluring scent that promised warmth and vibrant energy, a contrast to the searing heat of the caldera. Hiccup, by now resigned to Toothless's escalating primal journey, his initial shock replaced by a grim acceptance, a weary fatalism, simply climbed onto his back as the Night Fury, drawn by the luminous scent, launched himself into the sky, his heavy body surprisingly agile despite its immense burden, a testament to his innate strength and newfound, instinct-driven purpose.
They found her in a hidden cavern, a secret sanctuary nestled within a cluster of volcanic islands, untouched by the raw destruction of the Red and Green Deaths. The cavern itself shimmered with the soft, ethereal light of countless Fireworms, tiny glowing embers clinging to the walls and ceiling, casting dancing, hypnotic shadows across the rock. The Fireworm Queen was truly a sight to behold, her body a living ember, a magnificent, radiant beast whose scales pulsed with an internal inferno of oranges, reds, and golds, shimmering with an inner light that seemed to banish all darkness. She was smaller than the previous Alphas, a mere fraction of the Red or Green Death's size, but her presence radiated an intense, almost hypnotic heat, a calming warmth that belied her fiery nature, an inviting glow that seemed to embrace them. Her bright, intelligent eyes, like molten rubies, met Toothless's, and a soft, inviting purr resonated through the cavern, a sound like crackling flames, a gentle, welcoming melody.
The Fireworm Queen's body rippled, her glowing scales parting with a soft shimmer to reveal her receptive cloaca, shimmering with intense heat and a pulsating light that drew the eye. She curled her tail, a serpentine motion, beckoning Toothless closer with an ancient, irresistible invitation, a silent promise of pleasure. Toothless, now instinctively responding to these invitations, his resistance almost entirely eroded by the cumulative experiences, landed gently before her, his impossibly pregnant belly wobbling slightly with the impact, a grotesque yet strangely beautiful testament to his fate. His tail twitched, a deep, primal rhythm, and his own cloacal slit began to pulse, glistening with eager lubrication, reflecting the cavern's light.
The Fireworm Queen's shaft, bright and pulsing with internal heat, a living ember of flesh, extended towards Toothless. It was perfectly proportioned for him, a warm, inviting length, neither too large nor too small, but perfectly attuned to his body, a perfect fit after the colossal encounters. With a low groan, a sound of profound anticipation and complete acceptance, Toothless impaled himself on the fiery member, his body shuddering with a mix of exquisite pain from the stretching and overwhelming pleasure from the deep, all-encompassing penetration. The internal heat from the Fireworm Queen's shaft radiated deeply within him, a searing, yet profoundly satisfying warmth that awakened every nerve ending, every dormant instinct, a gentle but powerful inferno.
The Fireworm Queen wrapped her glowing body around Toothless, enveloping him in her incandescent warmth, a protective, possessive embrace that sealed them off from the world. Her hips began a steady, rhythmic thrust, driving into Toothless with increasing fervor, each movement a pulse of shared passion, a dance of fire and flesh. The sounds of their union were wet and sloshing, amplified by the resonant cavern walls, creating a vibrant, echoing chamber of their lovemaking, a symphony of primal sounds. Toothless, his eyes glazed over with ecstasy, responded with his own movements, his body undulating around the Fireworm Queen's shaft, milking her with desperate, consuming contractions that seemed to draw all remaining energy from him. The numerous life forms within his belly seemed to stir with the shared passion, a strange, undeniable harmony of new beginnings, a responsive stirring that spoke of life burgeoning within. His own seed flowed freely, now a continuous stream, mixing with the Queen's fiery essence, coating them both in a luminous, sticky sheen that glowed faintly in the dim cavern light, reflecting the Fireworms on the walls.
As they neared their peak, a powerful energy built between them, visible as a vibrant shimmer in the air, intensifying the glow of the cavern. The Fireworm Queen's shaft swelled, expanding with astonishing speed, forming a radiant, incandescent knot that locked securely inside Toothless, an unyielding anchor of desire, bright and pulsating. The Night Fury's body convulsed violently, his breath coming in ragged gasps, choked sounds of pure pleasure, as he was stretched and filled to bursting point, his internal landscape entirely consumed. A deep, purring moan, a sound of profound satisfaction and complete surrender, escaped him, his body arching in a silent, magnificent testament to the intensity, a profound, consuming orgasm that seemed to last forever, reverberating through the very stone of the cavern. The climax was a wave of pure, incandescent pleasure, their combined lights flaring brilliantly throughout the cavern, casting dancing, shifting shadows that seemed to tell ancient tales of dragon passion, of creation and consumption. The air crackled, charged with primal energy, and Hiccup felt a surge of sympathetic heat, an uncomfortable blush rising to his cheeks, his own senses overwhelmed by the raw power.
When the glow subsided, leaving the cavern momentarily plunged into a deeper darkness before the smaller Fireworms' light returned, both dragons lay exhausted, intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat and glowing fluids. The Fireworm Queen's knot remained firmly lodged, binding them "ass-to-ass" in a shimmering embrace, a testament to their profound, shared connection. Toothless, now a living testament to an expanding lineage, his belly impossibly distended, seemed almost translucent in the dim light, utterly spent, his scales shimmering with residual luminescence, forever marked by the fiery queen's passionate claim. Hiccup, now a stoic observer of the surreal, his mind struggling to process the sheer audacity of Toothless's fate, the continuous escalation of his friend's unintended role, could only shake his head. "Another one, bud," he muttered, his voice hoarse, devoid of all but weary resignation, already contemplating the next unimaginable journey, the next unlikely addition to Toothless's ever-growing family, a future defined by unexpected life.
The Paralyzing Pleasure of the Speedstinger
The Fireworm Queen, with a final, radiant purr that vibrated through the cavern walls, gracefully released Toothless, leaving him even more heavily pregnant and profoundly changed, his body now a testament to an impossible number of burgeoning lives. The Night Fury was now a veritable magnet for dragons, his pheromones a potent, irresistible call across the Hidden World, amplified by each subsequent, intense encounter, creating a powerful, undeniable aura. The next scent to reach Hiccup and Toothless was sharp, fast, and distinctly predatory – the unmistakable smell of a Speedstinger, a scent of dry dust and raw adrenaline. Hiccup groaned, a deep, weary sound that carried the weight of countless strange journeys. Speedstingers were known for their incredible speed, their relentless pack mentality, and their paralyzing venom. This was going to be complicated, and potentially very dangerous, a new level of threat to Toothless's already precarious condition.
Toothless, however, was already in motion. His body, now round and heavy with the cumulative pregnancies, his belly stretched taut like a drum, still moved with surprising agility and a disturbing eagerness as he launched himself towards the distant, arid plains, a blurred streak against the horizon, where Speedstingers typically hunted, a land of sparse vegetation and jagged rocks. Hiccup, now an experienced, if bewildered, passenger in Toothless's involuntary mating adventures, his own body aching from the constant rides, simply held on, bracing himself for the inevitable, for the unique challenges this new encounter would bring, a sense of grim duty settling over him.
They found the Speedstinger pack in a dry, rocky canyon, a maze of red rock and narrow crevices, perfectly suited for their ambush tactics, their striped bodies blending seamlessly with the environment. But it was a lone male that detached itself from the main pack, approaching Toothless with unnerving confidence, its sleek, striped body moving with incredible swiftness, a blur of yellow and black against the red rock. Its stinger, sharp and needle-like, twitched nervously, dripping with a potent, viscous venom that glistened in the sunlight, and its eyes, bright and predatory, fixed on Toothless's distended form with an unnerving intensity, an almost scientific curiosity mixed with raw desire. This male was clearly dominant, its movements precise and calculated, a hunter honed by instinct and the thrill of the chase.
The Speedstinger circled Toothless, a whirlwind of motion, assessing, calculating, then, with a lightning-fast dart, its stinger lashed out, striking the Night Fury's hind leg. A jolt of sharp, stinging pain, followed almost immediately by a swift, numbing paralysis, spread through Toothless's limb, causing it to buckle, rendering it useless. "Hey!" Hiccup yelled, startled, caught off guard by the unexpected aggression and the immediate effect of the venom. But the Speedstinger was already in position, its own tail curling, presenting its cloaca, a clear invitation that brooked no refusal, an act of calculated dominance.
Toothless, his hind leg now partially immobilized, let out a distressed whine, a sound of confusion and discomfort, a primal protest that quickly died in his throat, but his body, overriding his conscious protest, responded to the primal call, to the overwhelming urge that had become his new master. His tail twitched, a faint, involuntary spasm, and his already abused, slick cloacal slit began to pulse, glistening with eager lubrication, preparing for the inevitable. The Speedstinger, its movements quick and precise, darted forward, its shaft, surprisingly thick and engorged for its slender body, pressing insistently against Toothless's opening, a warm, invasive pressure.
With a sudden, forceful thrust, almost an impalement, the Speedstinger entered Toothless. The Night Fury's body convulsed violently, a searing mix of pain from the venom's lingering effects and the intense, overwhelming pleasure from the deep, stretching penetration, his muscles tearing under the strain. The Speedstinger then struck Toothless again, this time near his dorsal spine, a swift, calculated jab, injecting a small, precise amount of venom that temporarily paralyzed parts of Toothless's upper body, forcing him into a state of helpless submission. He was now fully aware, his mind screaming in protest, trapped in his own body, yet utterly unable to resist the insistent thrusts, a prisoner within his own responding form. The sensation was horrifyingly exquisite, a complete surrender to the primal act, a profound violation that somehow brought immense pleasure.
The Speedstinger, seizing the chilling advantage of Toothless's paralyzed state, began to thrust with incredible speed and force, its hips pumping furiously, a blur of motion, a relentless rhythm. The sounds of their union were rapid and intense, a series of wet, slapping noises echoing through the canyon, punctuated by Toothless's strained, almost silent gasps, choked cries of suppressed ecstasy. Toothless, his body limp yet hyper-aware, felt every sensation, every stretch, every exquisite pulse, every internal ripple, every vibration of the Speedstinger's powerful strokes. The multiple lives within his impossibly distended belly seemed to vibrate with the sheer velocity of the Speedstinger's actions, a strange, rhythmic dance of burgeoning life, a new heartbeat within his own. His own seed, now a continuous flow, a river of milky white, mingled with the Speedstinger's hot, sticky deposit, a thick, viscous lubricant that facilitated the relentless pace, coating his scales and the ground beneath.
As the Speedstinger neared its peak, its shaft swelled, expanding rapidly, forming a compact, unyielding knot that locked securely inside Toothless, despite his partial paralysis, anchoring them in a primal embrace, a tight, unyielding bond. The Night Fury's body, though unable to fully writhe, shuddered with uncontrollable spasms, his tailhole clenching tightly around the invading knot, milking it with involuntary contractions, desperate to extract every last drop of pleasure. His eyes rolled back, and a silent, helpless cry of pure, overwhelming pleasure escaped him, a sound of complete surrender, of a soul consumed, as his own climax erupted, a continuous stream of seed that soaked his own belly and the dust-filled ground beneath, marking his surrender and the continuation of his strange fate.
When the frantic thrusting finally subsided, leaving the canyon air heavy and still, thick with the musky scent of spent passion and venom, the Speedstinger's knot remained firmly lodged, binding them "ass-to-ass," a final, unyielding connection that would require time to dissipate. Toothless, his paralysis slowly fading, was left utterly spent, his belly impossibly distended, his body a monument to the relentless, unexpected forces of nature, a living vessel for an ever-growing lineage. His scales were disheveled, matted with sweat and fluids, his breathing labored, but his eyes, though heavy, held a deep, profound satisfaction, a lingering echo of the intense pleasure. Hiccup, finally able to move, slid off Toothless, his own legs trembling, his mind numb from the intensity and the sheer absurdity of it all. He looked at his best friend, the ever-expanding vessel of new dragon life, and wondered what fresh, monstrous, and intimately entangled fate awaited them next. New Berk was going to need a much bigger nursery. And perhaps, a new set of rules for "dragon-human relations," for the world was changing, and Toothless, their beloved Night Fury, was at its bewildering, primal, and profoundly fertile center.





