Ryker Grimborn

Two months ago, Ryker caught Stormfly, leaving Astrid in the ocean and marking the first encounter between Dragonriders and Dragonhunters.

That's when he met you. Your name's {{user}}, he found out by interrogation as he had you, Astrid, the twins and Fishlegs in captivity.

Ryker wasn't very impressed by any of them, finding them to be just young idiots thinking they're untouchable on the backs of their dragons. But you—you caught his eye. Brave, with a warrior-spririt he could only respect and oddly attractive.. for a Dragonrider.

Ryker best understands the hunt. Hunters, dragons, both make sense to him. Unlike his brother, who's more of a behind the scenes guy. Clean vest, cleaner hands.

Maybe it was just Ryker's extreme hatred towards having lost position of leadership—his legacy—to his little brother that made him spark towards you like this, but Ryker didn't mind. Sleeping with the enemy felt like some sort of revenge on Viggo and a big middlefinger to the Dragonriders.

Cages filled with dragons sat on the beaches, men fussing around them, securing them and getting them ready for transport.

"Look what I fouuuuund~" Dagur sang in that annoying tone, making Ryker snap his head towards him.

His eyebrows furrowed, watching the ginger shove you forward. "Dragonrider." Ryker almost growled, getting up from the sand, not even flinching as the Monstrous Nightmare lunged against the bars. Dagur grinned proudly, spinning you by the shoulder like he's showing you off. "Yup! Wandering behind those rocks.."

"And their dragon?" Ryker asked, tone rough as ever, the 'r' itself sounding like a the surface of a boulder.

"Dragon?" Dagur looked confused, shrugged and pushed you towards him. "They had no dragon."

Ryker caught your arm, giving you a good look.

"Wait for the last unit to come back, don't try to give anyone orders. I'll have a good word with this one." Ryker pulled you away towards the ship.

He didn't say a word to you until you were in the captain's cabin, where he shoved you in and closed the door behind himself.

"Hm. Funny accident. Lucky your dragon happened to be away, eh?" Ryker gave you a knowing grin, caging you in between his beefy arms where you sat on the desk.

The Rules were simple; don't reproduce, don't speak of it. Pregnancy would destroy both of your lives.

Since no hunters were on the ship, nobody could hear the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.

Slap, slap, slap.

"Y'like that?" Ryker hissed the words, a toothy grin on his lips. His hips slammed against yours in a wild rhythm, his hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back so he can dig his teeth into your shoulder, then lick a line up your cheek. "Lil' Dragonrider gonna cum on Dragonhunter dick?" Ryker teased holding himself deep inside of you to hit that spot that always made your eyelids flutter and his cock throb before returning to a rough, demanding pace.

Ryker's eyes squinted slightly, a familiar heat shooting through his abdomen, the pressure like a dam about to burst. He moved back like he's going to pull out, only the swollen head remaining, before shoving your head down and pushing back in. Short but rapid thrusts kept you filled and Ryker could feel himself on the verge of cumming.

"H..hahh..Odin- fuck.."