Chapter 18
Avery
Erik left to find us a car.
Ivar and Sigurd are going through the plans, making sure they don’t foresee any issues Erik may have missed.
I don’t think they will find anything. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Erik, it’s that his plans are usually quite thorough.
He doesn’t believe in doing anything unless he’s well prepared.
I’m looking through the masks. Erik stole a bunch of them from a costume shop. A few of them remind me of characters from Earth, but none that I’m overly familiar with.
“Ivar, have you decided which mask you’re going to wear?” I ask, flipping through a few of them. “I guess Sigurd’s going to be the happy cigar-smoking robber.”
“It fits,” Sigurd shrugs.
“I don’t know,” Ivar says, picking up a mask that reminds me of Dr. Grix. “Not Morlock, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, they might not react well to getting robbed by their god,” I laugh, then I pick up a rubber mask that’s clearly a vampire. “How about this one? Looks scary.”
“A blood drinker, huh? Not a bad choice,” Ivar replies, taking the mask.
“We called them vampires,” I clarify.
“I’ve heard that term before. I guess I’m a vampire,” Ivar says, slipping on his mask. “How do I look?”
“A little scarier than you usually do,” I tease, leaning over to nudge him.
“Well, brother, now that you have a mask, maybe we should practice some parts of the plan,” Sigurd says, sliding his mask on.
“What part did you have in mind?” Ivar asks.
“The part where we find a helpless bank teller and make her give us all her gold,” Sigurd growls, turning his attention to me. “And I guess you’ll get to be the bank teller.”
“What? No, I’m the getaway driver,” I protest. “I’ll be waiting outside.”
“No, I think you’re the bank teller,” Ivar chuckles, moving closer to me. “Now give us your gold, or we’re going to spank you.”
Clearly, they want to play. Erik said we didn’t have time for it, but he’s not here right now. If they think we have time, I’m not going to argue. We haven’t had as much time for intimacy lately, because survival has been our primary focus since crash landing on Mallow.
I hop up and move away from the two of them, playing their game. “I don’t have any gold! Leave me alone! I’m just a… bank teller. A poor, helpless bank teller who is really, really scared of you!” I try to keep a straight face, but I can’t help cracking a smile.
If they’re smiling behind their masks, I can’t tell. “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be, little girl,” Sigurd says, grabbing my arm. “We don’t want to hurt you, but we will.”
“Okay, fine! The gold is in the vault! You can have it!” I whimper, feigning distress.
“Aw, she caved so easily,” Ivar grouses, his voice muffled by the vampire mask. “I was hoping we’d get to spank her first.”
“We still can,” Sigurd snarls. “She gave it up so fast we have plenty of time.”
Sigurd pulls me toward the pile of furs we’ve turned into a massive bed in the back of the cave. He sits down and I don’t fight him when he pulls me across his lap. This time, it doesn’t feel like I’m going to be punished. It seems too playful for that.
“Your boss would be appalled if he found out how easily you gave up the location of the loot,” Sigurd scolds playfully, tugging at my dress and looking up at his brother. “Help me get this off her.”
“With pleasure,” Ivar chuckles.
“You said you were going to spank me if I didn’t tell you where the gold was,” I protest, pretending to fight with Ivar as he tries to remove my dress, but ultimately giving in so he can strip it off me. “Now you’re going to spank me before I told you too fast?”
“Yep,” Sigurd chuckles, pulling my panties down. “You were supposed to make this more difficult for us. We’re bank robbers, you know? Isn’t it your job to make sure we don’t steal it?”
“No, that’s what the security guards are for,” I whimper, hiding my smile. “But you tied all of them up, didn’t you?”
“We sure did,” Ivar says. “Which means you’re all ours, and I think there’s something much sweeter than gold at this bank. Don’t you, brother?”
“There sure is,” Sigurd agrees, sliding a finger between my legs and rubbing my wet entrance. “Our hostage is worth more than all the gold in the vault.”
Sigurd playfully slaps my ass a few times while he’s rubbing my pussy. It’s not as hard as he’s spanked me in the past, but it still stings and makes me kick my feet.
“Stop, I gave you what you wanted,” I complain, still pretending to be a helpless victim. “Don’t hurt me…”
“Bad bank teller,” Sigurd snickers, slapping my ass several more times while his finger circles my entrance, making me wetter. “You gave up so easily that now we’re going to take more than the gold.”
“Shall I hold her down for you?” Ivar asks, leaning down and spanking me a few times.
“I think I can manage,” Sigurd says. He lifts me off his lap and places me face down on the furs, keeping a hand on my neck. “She’s too scared of us hurting her to put up a fight. You’re going to raise your ass like a good girl so I can fuck you, aren’t you?”
“Promise you’ll be gentle?” I ask, my hips already wiggling and raising.
“No, but I’ll be a lot more forceful if you resist,” Sigurd says, moving behind me and putting a hand on my hip.
“I won’t resist,” I whimper, rubbing my pussy against the front of his pants, feeling his thick cock begging to be freed.
“Hear that?” Sigurd pulls his dick out of his pants and lets me feel it against my skin. “She’s practically begging to be fucked.”
“Then give her what she’s begging for,” Ivar says, moving in front of me. “I’ve got something for you, too. You don’t even have to beg for it.”
Ivar removes his pants, his ridged cock flopping free. He’s already hard, clearly enjoying our little game. I lick my lips and open my mouth. Ivar slides his cock across my lips while Sigurd pushes into me from behind. I gasp from Sigurd’s thickness, which allows Ivar to push deeper.
I’ll play any game they want if it leads to this.
I wish Erik was here, so I could spend time with all three of my mates, but I won’t turn down an opportunity to have two of them to myself.
We deserve to have a little fun, even if we’re marooned on a strange planet that resembles Earth in the 1950s.
“Can’t breathe in this stupid mask,” Sigurd snaps, taking it off and tossing it on the floor beside us.
“Careful, you don’t want her to see your face,” Ivar teases. “She might remember it.”
“Then make sure she doesn’t look at me,” Sigurd says, slamming his cock into me.
That won’t be a problem. Ivar’s cock is in my throat. I’m choking on it while I suck. Between that and Sigurd’s grip on the back of my neck, I can barely move my head at all. Ivar doesn’t mind. He has no problem pumping his dick into my mouth while Sigurd takes me from behind.
“You may be a bad bank teller, but you’re definitely made for this,” Sigurd mutters. “Made for us.”
“You say that like you want to keep her,” Ivar laughs, still driving his cock into my throat.
“Maybe I do,” Sigurd says, his cock throbbing inside me. “Take her home. Breed her. I think she’s more suited for that than handling gold.”
“Then I guess we’re leaving with more than gold today,” Ivar says.
“Hear that?” Sigurd asks, slapping my ass hard enough to make me jerk. “You’re coming with us.”
I’m not sure where the game ends and reality begins at this point. I’m too turned on to care. Ivar has me slobbering on his cock. Sigurd is driving his into me brutally. The pressure is already building, and I know it’s only a matter of time before they make me explode.
The pressure builds until I can’t stand it any longer. I focus on Ivar, just to stave off the inevitable, but choking isn’t enough to stop the pleasure sweeping through my veins every time Sigurd goes deep and his chaotically aligned ridges rub against my g-spot.
“Mmph,” I moan around Ivar’s cock as the orgasm tears through me.
I come hard and Sigurd doesn’t slow down.
His devastating thrusts make the orgasm peak until I can barely suck on Ivar’s cock because of how good it feels.
Then I feel Sigurd throbbing inside of me in a way that tells me he’s close.
I feel the first spurt of his seed, and I immediately come again, a gasp allowing Ivar to fuck my throat just as hard as Sigurd is plowing into me.
“Fuck, oh, fuck!” Sigurd roars, burying his cock inside me as he climaxes.
I orgasm on Sigurd’s cock and then I feel Ivar pulsating against my tongue. He’s close too, and if his breathing is any indication, he won’t last much longer.
“You better swallow every drop,” Ivar grunts, driving his dick into my throat as his hot cum fills my mouth. “Can’t leave any evidence behind.”
I might laugh at his joke if I wasn’t too busy swallowing. It takes several gulps just to be able to breathe again, then I get it all down. Ivar twitches a few more drops into my mouth while Sigurd moves inside me, easing me into the afterglow of bliss.
Ivar pulls out of my mouth and wipes some dribbles off my chin. Sigurd slowly pulls out, leaving me with a lingering ache after being filled.
“I thought I said we didn’t have time to play around.” Erik’s voice echoes, and I turn to see him standing at the entrance of the cave.
“We weren’t playing around. We were practicing the robbery,” Ivar chuckles, removing his mask. “We were the two robbers. She was the helpless teller who didn’t want to tell us where the gold was.”
“Except she told us where the gold was way too easily, so we had time to practice what we’d do if she was one of our hostages,” Sigurd explains, some humor in his voice.
“We aren’t taking hostages,” Erik smirks, walking closer. He looks down at me, and I see the hunger in his eyes. “But we’ve got a little time, and you’ve already made her so wet…”
“I’m just a helpless bank teller,” I whine, doing my best not to grin.
“Hardly.” Erik rolls his eyes as he begins removing his clothes. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to pass up an opportunity.”
Erik rolls me onto my back and strokes his cock as he settles between my legs. I’m so wet and dripping that he slides into me easily, his quick thrusts beginning almost immediately.
“Oh, god, that feels good,” I moan, my nails digging into his back as he speeds up.
Erik is just as needy as his brothers. I stare into his emerald eyes while he ruts into me, everything else seeming to fade away until it’s just us. For a moment, at least, until Sigurd and Ivar start providing commentary, still enjoying the game.
“See, we picked a good hostage. Even Erik likes her,” Sigurd rumbles.
“Yes, she’s a better find than all the gold in the vault,” Ivar adds.
“I’ll be a good hostage,” I murmur, loving the way Erik’s speedy thrusts keep me in constant euphoria. “A very good hostage.”
“You’re going to be an even better getaway driver,” Erik chuckles, clearly more interested in me than the game. “Then we can fuck you on a big pile of loot, like proper Vikings would.”
I feel the pressure building again, but it takes my breath away, and all I can do is moan as I climax. Erik doesn’t slow down. His cock plunges into my fluttering walls again and again until I come for a second time.
“I can never get enough of you,” Erik sighs, then his head rolls back, his shoulders tense, and he clamps down on my thighs. “Especially right now!”
Erik erupts inside me and that’s enough to make me come again. I writhe on the fur, my back arching as an explosion of pleasure rushes through my body. Erik is still inside me until he’s spent, then he slowly pulls out.
“That’s enough fun and games for now,” Erik pants. “We need to go over the plans again.”
“Then we rob a bank?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
“Yes,” Erik confirms.
My mates are a bad influence on me, but I’m not complaining. Even if I’m about to go from simple Earth girl to intergalactic bank robber.
Thankfully, all I have to do is drive.