Astrid ran through the woods in fear. Ever sense Hiccup had shown the world that you could tame the beasts, she had fallen in love with dragons. But now she remembered the terror she felt in her teenage years. The terror of being hunted by these monsters

“Hiccup!”

She shouted. Her naked body covered in sweat, and her bare feet splashing as the slammed into the muddy ground. A small pack of terrible terrors flew after her. The dragon rider was struck in the side by a fire bolt. With a Yelp of pain she fell into the mud, her firm ass pointed at the sky. She managed to roll over just as the swarm reached her. The four tiny dragons landed on her smooth stomach as she inhaled and exhaled swiftly.

“Please leave me alone”

She said as one of the terrors crawled closer to her face. It looked at her for a moment, before giving a sharp cry. The other dragons imitated the cry before sinking their teeth into Astraids muscular belly. She screamed in pain, coughing up blood as the dragons dug in. She kicked her strong legs, and tried to to pull them off but to no avail.

“help me please”

The viking begged tears streaming out of her blue eyes down her smooth face, though even if someone scared of the dragons there was no saving her at that point. Her bladder emptied itself against the girls will, hot piss mixing with the mud. Her eyes started to gloss over as her tongue hung out of her foaming mouth. Her legs stopped kicking and collapsed into the mud, and piss. One of the Terrors who had its fill scuttled over to her limp foot, and lapped it repeatedly. It had a softer taste compared to the girls innards, and made for a nice dessert. Astrid made a weak grunt as the wet tongue crossed her souls. If she wasn't dying, she would have found her biggest kink, and even the she couldn't feel it, her body was heavily stimulated. The lead terror reared back its head and took one last fatal bite. The viking spasmed one last time coughing up blood. In part from the intense information overload her body was receiving in death, and in part from the dragon tasting her sensitive soles, she unononcusly came. Her bare pussy coughed out a gush of discharge. The nipples on her A cup breasts leaked drops of milk as her toes spasmed much to the pleasure of the terror licking her feet. Soon she was limp. Astrid Hofferson was dead, and the terrible terrors continued to feast on her unmoving body