AN: Another story, another approach. This one takes place during the DRTTE episode 03, season 2, "Night Of The Hunters".

What happened really when Ryker called Astrid in for interrogation?

This is going to be a shorter story, with three or maybe four chapters, I think. And don't fret, I haven't abandoned Draga's Lair. I just had too many other things on my mind lately. Like this here, for example.

The Night Of The Hunter - 01

There was a knock on the door and Ryker turned around in his small captain's chamber. "Come," he called and watched expectantly as the door opened. In came the black-haired Berserker girl, escorting the blonde spitfire in. Just as he'd ordered, her arms were bound behind her back which made her perky breasts stand out nicely. His lips stretched into a sneer.

"Here she is," The black-haired girl, Heather, proclaimed with a disdainful look at her captive. Ryker didn't trust her, but Viggo had plans for her, so he wouldn't touch her. Yet. Instead, he kept his eyes on the blonde who's fiery blue eyes glared at him with pure hatred.

"I won't tell you anything," she spat but grunted when Heather rammed her elbow into her back.

"Her name is Astrid. She's the rider's second-in-command," Heather went on in a cool voice. "She's tough. I don't think we will get any information out of her. Maybe we should get one of the others, or–"

"She stays," Ryker interrupted her calmly. "And I will get what I want. I have my methods."

Heather pressed her lips into a thin line but nodded obediently. Dagur, who'd waited with Ryker for his sister's return, was not so easy to convince.

"Methods?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. "I hope you're not going to torture her. My little brother wouldn't be happy to hear this." At Ryker's own raised eyebrow he added. "Hiccup, their leader. He's my brother, whether he likes it or not. And this one here is his girlfriend, he would hate it if we hurt her."

The girl, Astrid, mumbled a low, "I'm not his girlfriend."

Interesting, Ryker thought but acted as if he hadn't heard her comment. Instead, he focused on the redhead again. There was a mad gleam in Dagur's eyes, one that made Ryker doubt the Berserker's mental stability.

"I won't torture her," Ryker said with a bored expression. It was the truth, but he didn't really care whether his new allies believed him. "I'll just have a nice conversation with her, maybe I'll even invite her to dinner." He would most definitely have a nice dinner with her. "But you can leave now," he dismissed the siblings. "And tell the cook to prepare our meal." The man would know what to do.

Both Heather and Dagur were reluctant to leave, but in the end, they had no say in the matter. This was his ship. And if these two didn't follow his orders, he would get rid of them as he did with every man that made an attempt at mutiny.

Once he was alone with the girl, he slowly walked around her, seizing her up appraisingly. She was a beauty, even more so than he'd noticed during the battle two days ago. Toned legs, a slim waist, and breasts that weren't big, but definitely big enough to grab and squeeze them. Oh yes, he would enjoy this night with her very much.

"What do you want? Just so that we can be done with this. Ask what you want, let me tell you I won't answer, and then you can let me go back to my cell," she spat after several silent minutes, always following him with her eyes. Even with her hands bound behind her back, she looked ready to fight him, not afraid or intimidated by her hopeless situation. He liked that kind of spirit.

"So, tell me. Where is the Dragon Eye?" he asked casually. He knew she wouldn't answer, and it wasn't what he really wanted from her anyway. But it would make her unnecessarily suspicious if he didn't ask. As suspected, she only glared at him, lips pressed into a thin line. Chuckling menacingly, he continued walking around her. Those pretty lips surely could be put to better use than that scowl. And her rear… He could only guess but suspected that there was a nice tight ass hidden beneath that ridiculous skirt.

He didn't say another word, and it seemed to make her antsy. Good.

There was another knock at the door, and upon his call two men came in, carrying a pot with stew, a bottle of wine, two glasses, plates, and cutlery. They quickly set the small table at one side of the room, then left without a word.

Ryker watched the girl as the delicious scent of the stew slowly filled the small room. She bit her lip and tried to look unimpressed, but he saw the longing in her eyes, heard the low rumbling of her stomach. She and her friends hadn't gotten any food during the last two days; she had to be famished.

He suddenly stepped behind her, grabbing her arms, and he had to admit he was impressed when she flinched only a little. He could have broken both her arms without much effort, but she didn't seem to be afraid. "Sit," he ordered after cutting the ropes that bound her and gestured toward one of the two chairs at the table. But, of course, her pride wouldn't allow her to follow his orders. Oh, he liked this game.

Smirking, he sat down himself and ladled some stew into one of the bowls. Placing it on her side of the table, he prepared himself the second bowl and slowly began to eat, ignoring her completely as she still stood in the middle of the room, unmoving except rubbing her wrists. He took his sweet time and was rewarded when, after a couple of minutes, she reacted exactly as he'd expected.

When the girl moved, she moved quickly. Suddenly, she sat in the chair opposite of him and swapped their bowels before he'd even blinked. Another quick movement had his spoon in her hand, and a second later she shovelled food into her mouth in a way that, by all means, couldn't be called ladylike. Ryker smirked and reached for her discarded bowl and spoon. She was clever, taking his – obviously not – poisoned food instead of hers. But not clever enough. He repeated the game with the wine, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and let her take it from him.

He didn't ask her anything while they ate, only let her feel comfortable. He'd said he wouldn't torture her, hadn't violated her when he'd had the chance, and now fed her with delicious food and wine without pestering her for information. It would make her lose any suspicions. Games like this weren't usually his taste, but he had to admit that, sometimes, they could be more fun than brutal force. She would always remember this night, always wonder…

Soon, she relaxed, served herself to a second bowl while he made sure her glass was never empty. At that, she did look suspicious, but there was barely any alcohol in this vintage. Even a slender girl like her would need to drink a lot to get drunk by this wine.

No, it wasn't the alcohol that started to affect her after a while.

"Wh-what," she stammered as she felt it, looking up at him in bewilderment. He knew what she would feel right now, had heard about the effect many times. She would feel lightheaded and dizzy, her body becoming numb and heavy. She would feel tired without actually wanting or needing to sleep, without being able to sleep or to drift into unconsciousness, even if she wanted to.

"It's a truth drug," he blatantly lied with a dark sneer. "You'll sleep and when you wake you'll tell me everything I want to know." There was fear in her eyes now, almost panic even, and Ryker enjoyed the sight greatly. It terrified her to spill their secrets? How cute.

He waited a few minutes longer as she drifted off further and further. Her eyes stayed open, staring at him, but her body became weaker and weaker. Soon, she lay lax and half-draped across the table, breathing panting breaths. At last, her eyes became dazed and unfocused, still awake, but she wouldn't be able to tell reality from dream anymore now. She was ready.

Almost casually, Ryker stood up and carried her limp body over to the bed. She mumbled incoherently, "No…" and "You can't…", but that only made him grin. Yes, this game was more complicated than simply raping a girl as soon as she came onto his ship and then giving her over to his men. But it also was far more rewarding.

She kept protesting weakly as he undressed her, carefully remembering which part of her weird outfit belonged where and orderly laying the pieces onto a small stool at the side. Not ripping them apart and correctly redressing her later was a crucial part of his game.

Once the girl – Astrid, he reminded himself. They would share an interesting bond after this night, he ought to remember her name – lay naked in front of him, Ryker allowed himself a moment to admire her. There were toned muscles everywhere, on her thighs, her abdomen, her arms. She was strong, but also fearless and capable, as her many small scars told him. Oh, what a conquest.

The skin over her breasts was pearly-white and unblemished, her nipples soft. They looked as if no man had ever touched then, which was probably true. He remembered the almost sad tone in which she'd denounced to her their leader's girlfriend, and grinned. Even if he got no information on the Dragon Eye, he at least would hit these annoying riders on another point, one that hurt. He would take what could never be given back.

He let his eyes wander further down to where a light fuzz of golden curls covered her womanhood. No, not womanhood. She wasn't a woman… yet.

With a wider grin, he unbuckled his belt and got rid of his pants and boxers. They would only be in the way. Slowly stroking himself, he reached for her nether region. A low whimper was audible as he touched her, the first real reaction in minutes. Oh, she did feel this, didn't she? Being touched, probably for the first time ever, on such a sensitive spot when in heat? Because that's what she was, there was no doubt. Despite her inability to move or to react, her body reacted quite well to the drug he'd given her.

She'd been so sure that the food and wine would be safe after he'd eaten it first, hadn't she? So cute, so innocent… so naive!

But then, there weren't all that many people who actually knew about the full effect dragon cum had. It was a potent aphrodisiac that much was widely known, and the little he'd consummated with the stew would be enough to fuel him through at least an hour or two. But that wasn't all.

While the mating dances of dragons could be quite fiery and wild, the actual act was a fairly calm one – because the female wasn't able to fight anymore. That was the beautiful thing about dragon cum. Even the first drop of precum transferred the female into a sedated state where she was no longer in control of her body. She was helpless, complete at the male's mercy while he fucked her for hours on end. And while her own body was so turned on that she probably couldn't stand it not to get fucked anyway.

And the cum had the same effect on humans. Astrid lay before him, open and beautiful, quivering thighs subconsciously parted and glistening slick and wet already. While her clouded eyes watched him in utter panic.

And while his own cock grew to its full size, pulsing demandingly. It was time to take what he wanted from her.

So, what do you think? Ryker is ooc? Maybe. But I think he's not as dumb as many see him, just not as bright as Viggo. But hey, not everyone can be an evil mastermind.

As always, every comment is welcome!