The Outcast Lands EXTENDED EDITION

Chapter 10

The clouds let loose just as they reached the cave. As they hunkered down in the shelter, Astrid and Stormfly went off to find some wild berries that would be used to make some medicine for Hiccup. By the time they were ready to leave, Hiccup had developed a fever, further complicating the situation. While the rest of the Vikings were setting up fire pits for them to keep warm for the night, she and the Mood dragon were scavenging through the forest in the pouring rain.



The rain was of no concern to her; she would brave any element to find these berries that would cure Hiccup. At first, she was surprised that she was allowed to go alone with the talking dragon. Did Stoick trust the dragon that much to allow her to go unaccompanied by another Viking? She surmised that he was too distracted with the situation of his son to consider all the options. Anyway, this lack of concentration erred in her favor; they had no one to slow them down. She only had to put up with the strange Mood dragon which seemed to have latched onto her.



Lightning streaked across the sky, seemingly trying to frighten them from their task. Stormfly acted as if she could hardly hear the storm all around them; even Astrid had to admit that the strength of this storm was unnerving. Berk had its fair share of thunderstorms, but nothing of this magnitude.



“How much farther is it? This isn’t a trick, right?”



“We don’t have much farther to go,” Stormfly replied, her scales remaining the same color as she did. “We’ll find your berries, Camicazi!”



“I’ve said it before, my name is not Camicazi,” She replied.



The dragon either did not hear her response, or she was ignoring her. Either way, she had a feeling that trying to convince the dragon of her real name was going to be a pain in her neck. Just hearing that name was already starting to get her blood boiling. She had no idea why the dragon insisted in calling her this name, or what it meant, but she did not like it.

"Tell me the truth, is Hiccup going to die?”



“There’s no telling. He's a small Viking; I’ve seen dragons his size killed by one of those darts, but he still lives. What he lacks in mass, he makes up for in spirit. The juice from these wild berries should aid him, but in the end, the fight to live is still his.”



In a strange way, she found that a little encouraging. As they continued through the downpour, she decided to try to distract herself with different thoughts. “So, are there any other Mood dragons on the island?”



“Oh yeah, there’s a whole heard of us here,” the dragon replied. Her body immediately turned purple.



“Care to tell me the truth, now?” Astrid frowned.



The dragon sighed. “I’m the only one on the Island.”



“How is that possible? You have to have a mother.”



Stormfly changed colors once again, this time to a light green. The Dragon was trapped; that was a question she did not want to answer. She should have anticipated these types of questions when she decided to reveal herself to these Vikings. This question was only going to lead to more questions which she was just not ready to answer.



“Over there! The berries are over there!”



To the right, there was a single bush with bright-red berries growing from its branches. It was the only bush of its kind in the area. Astrid rushed over and ripped a large branch from the bush. “This should be enough. Let’s get this branch back to the cave.”

* * * * 

Hiccup was running through the forest. With night fallen, the moon light provided barely enough light for his eyes to see any obstacles in his way. His heart raced in his chest, as his lungs worked hard to keep up with the strenuous labor of his running.



He had no idea where he was running to, but he knew, perfectly well, what he was running from. Behind him, the forest was catching fire. The flames reached high above the tree tops. It took everything he had to outrun the flames that were doing everything in their power to reach out and grab hold of him.



As he ran, he came across an open field with a large open view of the night sky. After reaching the center of the field, he dared to take a breather and take a glance back. The burning trees were pushed aside by a large fiery hand, and stepping out from the forest was a giant made of firet. He stood as tall as the tallest tree in the forest, and stared down at him with his devilish black eyes. On the top of his head were two demonic horns, also made of fire.



All the signs around him warned him to run, but his brain was unable to communicate with his legs; fear had taken control of all of his senses. To say that the sight of this creature was horrific would be an understatement. A part of him believed in the gods and all the stories he learned over the years, but the more pragmatic side of him did not actually believe that the stories were real. Hearing Gobber’s story of how Thor, himself, come to his aid during one of his earlier battles with the Boneknapper, was almost laughable. Seeing a Fire Giant right from his childhood stories made those stories not so funny anymore.

From the burning forest, now behind the Fire Giant, the familiar looking Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus stepped out and stood beside the giant. Like before, this one was bigger and uglier than Green Death and there was nothing left of its wings but the skeletal structure. It looked towards Hiccup with all six of its eyes. The fire giant treated the dragon as his pet, almost petting the dragon with his hand of flames.



Another giant stepped out of the part of the forest that had yet to catch fire. This second giant was of another breed. He was nearly see-through, with streaks of lightning flowing inside of him. If Hiccup remembered his stories correctly, he guessed that this new being was a Storm Giant.



He looked up in sheer terror at the two giants and the large dragon, which looked at him as if he was a piece of meat. The fire giant waved his hand to his right, urging the boy to look in that direction. When he did, he saw his father, Astrid, and everyone else that had journeyed across the island. All of them stood there, frozen in place like statues.



The dragon by the giant’s side turned his focus on the group of Vikings, and without warning, it unleashed a devastating flow of flames. The flames roared like thunder, as they engulfed everything standing in its way. The billowy flames raced towards the Viking statues and quickly swallowed them up.



The storm giant pointed to his left, drawing Hiccup’s attention towards that direction. He could see a giant map-like drawing of Berk. The entire village was swarming with over a hundred of dragons, of various species, as it was burning to the ground. The image of the map disappeared, and he found himself surrounded by a legion of dragons.



There was something familiar about these dragons; all of them were breeds that were found at Berk. In fact, these were the dragons from Berk, and all of them were staring down at him. It appeared that the giants were able to get the dragons to start a rebellion.

Standing in front of the giant’s feet was the same strange-looking old woman. She held a hand-crafted walking stick at her side, as her pale, wrinkled face continued to show no sign of emotions. Somehow, she seemed to be the one responsible for everything he was seeing. That gut feeling changed, however, when he heard the sound of a deep laughter from the woods. A hefty, male figure was walking from the shadows of the trees. The manner that this man walked exhibited dignity and leadership.



Hiccup’s nervous was so frayed that his stomach started to turn. He could not help to feel that it was important to see who this man was. He waited and watched as the man made his way into the light.

* * * * 

Hiccup’s eyes fluttered open, and found himself lying beside a fire pit. It was the last thing that he wanted right then; he was so hot as it was, that the heat from the fire was almost suffocating. His face was drenched with sweat that he would have sworn was boiling upon his burning forehead.



His mind was reeling from the dream that he had just experienced. It felt very different from the nightmares that he had been experiencing lately. This one felt more like a warning, rather than a scary dream. It was unfortunate that he was awakened before he had the chance to see the face of the man. He had no idea what the dream meant, if anything, but he could not shake the feeling that it, and all the subsequent nightmares had some sort of meaning to them.



His head was spinning, making it impossible for his eyes to focus on anything. Through the mental fog, he thought he saw his friends surrounding another fire pit, boiling some kind of liquid. It looked like Stormfly were watching them intently… or was she instructing them? Before he could determine, everything went dark once again.

* * * * 

Somehow, he had known something had gone awry, and why wouldn’t he? He was her son after all. “Tell me what happened, Witch?”



“My sister's getting involved now,” the old woman said, looking down the hill at the red glow coming from the entrance of the cave which was underneath them. “She was trying to warn the boy about you. Luckily, I intervened before that could happen.”



“That woman is going to ruin everything!” The Viking barked bitterly. “I’ve done everything in my power to find her, but she’s too good at hiding. What can you do to fix this?”



“I will plant another nightmare in him, and enforce what I’ve already started. He will sweep the dream away with all the other nightmares.”



“Good. I think it’s time to accelerate the plan to the next level. The boy will survive, won’t he?”



“Yes, the boy is very resilient. The Mood dragon is instructing the Vikings of Berk on how to make the healing berry tea. The boy should be fine by the morning.”



“Good,” The Viking replied. “Of course, this rain is not helping matters any.”



“You worry too much,” The woman replied. “I have the ears of Byleist.”



The Viking shrugged upon the last statement she made. “Byleist, Surtur, Odin, Thor… I don’t believe in these superstitious myths. The only reason I tolerate such talk is that use of those names helps get me what I want.”



“Don’t mock the giants. I worship both Byleist the Storm Giant and Surtur the Fire Giant. Who’s not to say that Surtur was not locked away in this very mountain by the gods?” She responded, pointing to the volcano with her staff. “How else do you think that I am able to control Furious, Surtur’s pet dragon?”



Her son started to get frustrated with this discussion. “You 'claim' that the dragon belongs to this Fire Giant of yours. Just because you’re my mother doesn’t mean I will so openly accept your superstitious ways as fact. As long as I get what I want, that’s all I care about.”

* * * *

Hiccup and Astrid had found alone time at long last. The two of them snuck away from the village and all the stress that hounded them there. It wasn’t easy being the Chief Viking of Berk; nor was it easy being betrothed to one. The first chance they got, the two eighteen-year-olds snuck out of the village, wearing nothing but their sleeping garments.

When they reached a safe distance, the two of them took a second to catch their breath. Even after years of adjusting to his prosthesis, it still took a lot to run as far as they did. Hiccup bent forward, commanding air into his lungs.

Astrid was quick to regain her composure, and she wasted no time getting down to business. By the time he was able to stand up straight and look in her direction, she was already disrobed.  She was standing there, unashamedly, exposed before him. Her body was perfectly slender and formed. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they flat. They were perfectly round, and perfectly sized to fit in the palm of his hands. Her groin was neatly shaved; something she had done for his pleasure.

She made her way towards him in a seductive prance. She did so in a manner to tease his eyes. Each step caused her lips to rub enticingly together, only serving to wet his appetite. She reached for his loin cloth, and gave it a gentle tug. The maroon cloth unraveled and drop to the ground, exposing his genitals.

Gazing upon his privates, she started by gently caressing his sack with her fingers. His testicles were slightly damp, and very warm to the touch. She slid her hand to his shaft and gently wrapped her hand around it. She softly jerked it two times before she finally leaned forward and put it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his cock.

She went down her until she could feel the head of cock at the tip of her throat. The taste was salty and sweet. There was just something about Hiccup that made his cock taste so good. She pull back partially, keeping the head in her mouth. She used her tongue to message his head, which caused an exotic groan from the Viking chief.

After a moment of pleasing her man, she stood to her feet, and leaned into him. She allowed her nipples on her perky breasts to rub up against his chest as she locked lips with him. Hiccup knew exactly what to do as he stuck his tongue into her mouth to rub against her own. As the passion of the kiss grew, his hands had found their way to her bare back. His warm hands rubbed her warm skin, but then they found their way downwards. His hands made it to her ass as he caressed it.

The feel of his hands on her ass made her pull her thighs highly against his crotch. He began to get daring, rubbing two fingers in the crack of her two cheeks. They explored until they found her anus, and then gently rub the tight entrance way.

After a minute, he pulled slightly away from her; it wasn’t enough to break their kiss, but it was enough for him to reach for her crotch and use his four fingers to message her pussy. Astrid was nearly besides herself; he had a knack for touching her in such a way to drive her wild.

The two of them were so entrenched in the moment, that both failed to see a vine lowering from one of the trees right above Hiccup. Breaking that ecstasy that they had built up, the vine grabbed Hiccup’s arm and pulled him off the ground.

“Hiccup!” Astrid was confused by the sudden turn of events. She went to try to help him, when another vine swatter at her, and pushed her onto her back. Before she could do anything, a giant slug like creature fell on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

Hiccup quickly found himself completely wrapped in a vine cocoon from his should down to his feet. His penis was the only thing visible in that region of his body, but the vines were squeezing it painfully hard. He could not do anything. The vines had him overwhelmingly entangled. Dangling in the air, all he could do was watch. Even stranger was that he could feel everything she felt. He could feel the weight of that creature as if it was on top of him. How was this even possible?

Astrid seemed completely paralyzed where she laid, with her legs awkwardly spread apart, exposing her pink and moist oasis. The fear in her eyes made evident that she was aware of what was happening to her, but she had none of her motor skills, including the ability to scream. The giant slug-like creature latched into place onto her chest, with its tail going past her crotch and between her thighs. Astrid felt the tong teasing her breasts with its tongue. It tickled her nipples as the creature’s saliva dripped from the side of its mouth down the side of her petit breasts and down her rib cage.

As the creature continued to taste her, Astrid felt something growing from the creature near her crotch. All she could do is gasp, as whatever was coming out of the monster’s body rubbed against the lips of her pussy. The monster was going to violate her, and she could do nothing to save herself. Tears formed in her eyes, praying that the creature could read her pleas from her eyes. She did not even know if it had any eyes at all.

The monster showed no signs of mercy; it commenced its violation of her. It slowly pushed its shaft into her. She wanted to scream as she felt its thick shaft enter her. It was bigger than she could bare, but that did not stop it for pushing it in farther and farther. Her upper body testified as it made its way inside of her. Stopping deeper than any normal penis could go, the creature retracted it and pushed in it her again, starting a rhythm of painful thrusts.

Hiccup felt that creature violate him as if he had a vagina, and the pain was excruciating. He could not help but cry and scream at the pain. “Dear Odin, make it stop!”

As if the gods heard his cry, the giant creature retracted its organ back into itself and slowly crawled off Astrid’s body, leaving her drenched in saliva. The horror, however, was not over. A large dragon came out of the forest and saw Astrid lying helplessly on the ground. It gave Hiccup a quick look, but decided on Astrid as his pray. Coming out of the darkness, with the dragon, was that same old woman that he looked familiar. She showed no remorse or emotions as she stood there and watch the events unfold.

The dragon leaned down and rested his chin on the ground. Opening its mouth, a very large tongue shot out and took a few licks of her wet pussy. It then grabbed her by the ankle and began to pull her in. “No! No!” Hiccup struggle with the vines, desperately trying to get out. He had to save her. He could not live without her.

The dragon’s tongue drug her on the ground. Astrid face was saturated with her tears as she could nothing to save herself from being eaten by this monster. The creature had no teeth to chew with, but  had a plenty big enough mouth to swallow her with. The tongue pulled her until her feet was into its mouth. From there, his swallowing reflexes took over while its toung continued to play with her breasts.

The process was brutally slow. With each gulp, she went deeper and deeper into its throat.  She could feel the slimy insides with feet and now ankles. With another gulp, she has slipped in upto her knee caps.

Hiccup’s body was shivering out of pure helpless and realization that he was watching his girlfriend slowly being swallowed alive. Her eyes met his as she mouthed the words, “Help me.”

Another gulp and she could feel the beast’s Adam’s apple rubbing her crotch. At that point, the process began to speed up. Another gulp, and she was in up to her waist.  Gravity began to assist  as she started to slip down the dragon’s throat. Hiccup could now only see her head and shoulders.

“No,” Hiccup cried.

Her head and entered the dragon’s mouth and with one final gulp, Hiccup  watched her head get pulled down its throat. The beast closed its mouth and looked up towards him. He could only weep as he could see the shape of Astrid’s body in the monster’s throat. It slid down until reaching his stomach, where there were no more signs of her remaining.

The dragon roared as he stormed towards him. The dragon charged with his mouth open. Hiccup, could do nothing as the dragon pulled him into his mouth and swallowed him.