Violent Love

It was cold that day on the island of Berk, like most days really, and like most days the Thorston twins were knee-deep in another bout of bickering. The meadow was empty save for the two teenagers; they were far enough from the village that their roughhousing had not attracted any onlookers, which sometimes liked to watch the two go at it for sport.

The Viking siblings faced off against one another, sizing each other up, both waiting for the other to make the first move. "What?" Tuffnut sneered mockingly, "You want some of this? Eh? Come and get it if ya think you can!"

"You're gonna be eating your words right after you're done eating my fist, Tuffy," Ruffnut shot back, using the pet name their mother called him, which she knew he hated with a passion. She smirked as she saw the irritation in his eyes, shifting her weight from one boot to the other, preparing for attack.

They had done this many times and both knew each other’s moves fairly well, both knowing where the other was likely to go and what they were likely to do, but any semblance of strategy would quickly dissolve after the first few blows were struck and the adrenaline (and blood) had started to flow.

It wouldn't be long before it did, either; they were both grabbing at each other, fingers brushing fabric and fur, almost-playful. Tuffnut was nearly lulled into complacency by this; and though he saw her movement, saw her fisted hand flying towards him, knowing it was coming did not give him the speed to dodge it, and she clocked him right in the nose.

"OW!" he yelled, reeling back, nearly tripping in the long grass. "That hurt, you stupid girl!"

"It was supposed to, you stupid boy!" Ruffnut sneered mockingly, her blue eyes blazing with sadistic pleasure. Blood had begun flowing from Tuffnut's nose, bright and shockingly red, and the sight of it produced a powerful reaction in both of them - excitement in her, and fury in him.

Tuffnut snarled, lunging at the other Viking, his clawing fingers fisting into one of her thick braids before she had a chance to slip away from him. He hit her full-force, both of them crashing to the ground in a tangle of body parts and long locks of hair.

They were both thrashing violently, trading half-growled insults as they simultaneously tried to escape from and hold on to one another. To Tuffnut's dismay, Ruffnut seemed to have the upper hand at the moment; she was twisting away from him, cat-like, and try as he might he could not seem to hold on to her. Now she broke away from him, darting forward, and seeing that she was about to get away, Tuffnut leapt towards her in desperation, grabbing at her legs to trip her up. It jerked him to the ground along with her, but it took her down - then he heard the sound of ripping fabric, saw a tear leap up the back of Ruffnut's black leggings, and as her knees crashed into the dirt, he caught sight of the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair - and there, nestled between the spread orbs of her buttocks, the pink slit of her cunt.

The sight stopped him short; though he still pressed her to the ground, he was frozen, staring dumbly, until she suddenly shouted, "Get off me!"

Ruffnut's voice snapped him back into reality. "Not until you surrender, wench!" he shouted back. His cock was hard as stone between his legs, his brain flooded with adrenaline, and the whole situation had him feeling a bit overconfident.

Ruffnut was not impressed. She thrashed violently, bringing her leg up swiftly to kick him, the heel of her boot jabbing him painfully beneath the shoulder blade. He let out an angry yowl, resisting the urge to grab at his injured back, instead fetching her a sharp punch in the same spot. To his annoyance, though, it barely seemed to phase her, and now she was kicking him with both legs twice as violently. He growled his frustration, grabbing for her legs while at the same time trying to hold her still with the weight of his body, but all he got for his efforts was several clouts to the arms and hands, which hurt twice as much as her kicks in his back.

Finally he could take it no longer; his rage had grown fathomless from pain and frustration. Fisting his hands in her loosened braids, he jerked Ruffnut's head back and then smashed it forward into the ground, shoving her face in the dirt.

"How d'ya like that, girlie?" he jeered, but his victory was short-lived - for though she was no longer kicking him, she was now clawing blindly at him, and her grasping fingers knotted in a lock of his long blonde hair and gave it a cruel snatch. Damn, but that hurt. He ensnared her wrists in his hands, trying to pin them to her side, but she was writhing as if she was boneless, and try as he might he was unable to overpower her. That fact only fueled his fury; and before he knew what he was doing he ripped his cock free from his trousers and drove it viciously into his sister's exposed cunt.

Her throaty gasp-scream was deliciously gratifying, but even more exciting was the hot tightness of her wet pussy around him, and they both froze for an agonizingly long moment, shocked into immobility by the powerful, alien sensations.

Unfortunately for Tuffnut, it was she who regained her senses first. Her furious howl was enough to curdle the blood of anyone within hearing distance; he'd never heard any dragon emit a shriek so terrifying. She bucked beneath him, sinewy electricity made out of flesh, snarling at him like a wildcat, but their bodies were locked together in such a way that she was unable to throw him off of her. Tuffnut took advantage of that, twining his legs around hers, pistoning his hips almost frantically as he pounded his stiff member deeper inside her.

They were neither of them uttering words any longer, though both were far from silent, both of them snarling and grunting, shrieking and howling, though it seemed to him she was no longer trying to free herself; in spite of her verbal protests, he could feel her thrusting back against him, her ass grinding against his belly. That fact only egged the Viking boy on, and he thrust against her with a renewed ferocity, burying his cock to the hilt in her velvety quim.

That quieted her, though she was far from relaxed still, bucking against him and emitting loud breathless gasps against the ground that send puffs of steam rising into the chilled air. Her obvious enjoyment at being so utterly dominated by him was driving Tuffnut mad with arousal; and when she suddenly screamed out, slamming her hips back against him as her body shook with waves of orgasmic pleasure, he was unable to hold back any longer. His orgasm followed within seconds of hers, his entire body tensing and his limbs trembling violently as he emptied himself into his sister's belly.

He was unsure which one of them fell limp first, but when it was finally over Tuffnut found himself draped over Ruffnut in a heap, both of them sweaty and trembling, their combined arrhythmic breathing sounding like thunder in his ears.

He separated himself from her, exhausted and halfway-incoherent, letting himself fall limp on his back next to her. The haze of his orgasm had left him feeling heavy-eyed and stupid, his self-satisfaction only increasing that, and he paid no attention when he saw the Viking girl crawling up on two all fours from the corner of his vision.

At least, not until he felt her tear down his leggings.

Tuffnut let out a half-hearted grunt of surprise, jerking his head up, but his annoyance quickly turned to horror as a brutal stab of pain suddenly ripped through his backside. He jolted violently against the feeling, his head cracking against the ground as an agonized scream tore itself from his throat.

Crouched between his legs, Ruffnut was ramming her dagger, business-end first, deep into her brother's very entrails.

The blade was sheathed (thank Odin for that, for the tiny part of Tuffnut's brain that was still coherent had no doubt that she would have gleefully split him open like a fish had it not been), but the edges of the leather scabbard were sharp and hard, torturing his delicate insides. He howled in pain, feeling blood begin to seep between his buttocks, but even as he did he could feel his cock stiffening treacherously, his balls aching from the exhaustion of his recent discharge.

Ruffnut was grinning madly over him, leering down into his face, and now she grabbed his stiffening cock in her free hand, violently jerking the painfully sensitive flesh. He yelped aloud, his hands automatically shooting up to try to quell the overload of sensation, but she batted them aside, pumping him mercilessly as she continued to stab the cruel weapon into his tender asshole.

Tuffnut's eyes rolled incoherently, his body thrashing as if on it's own accord, but to his horror he was unable to force himself to pull away from his sister's evil attacks. In fact even now he found himself bucking against the movement of her wrist, his body impaling itself further upon her dagger even as his brain screamed at him to pull away. His cock was throbbing, his balls so tight they felt they would rupture, and as Ruffnut's hand worked him over, her fingers gripping tight on his shaft and her thumb frantically rubbing over the ridge of his foreskin, he came violently a second time, his stomach knotting up as bright stars exploded in his vision. Had he not caught a blurry glimpse of the flying white fuck, he would have been certain he had squirted blood.

Ruffnut stabbed at him a few more times, cruelly milking the last of his jizz from his aching, overworked cock before finally withdrawing her knife, wiping the blood on the folds of her tunic. She rocked back on her heels, staring contentedly at her brother where he lay on the grass, panting and shivering.

It wasn't for several more minutes that Tuffnut was able to catch his breath, soaked in chilling sweat and feeling completely wrung out. It took another few moments for him to notice his sister crouching over him, staring down at him. She grinned when she saw she'd caught his eye, triumphant and satisfied, her blue eyes alight.

"I win."