Chapter 20
Avery
It’s been two weeks since we robbed a bank.
I think the adrenaline has finally worn off, and all I did was drive the car.
Erik wanted to let the dust settle on the robbery before we attempted to spend any of the gold.
That seems smart. He brought back a few newspapers with stories about the robbery.
The media is calling it the Crime of the Century.
They really don’t have much crime here if a late afternoon bank robbery is that newsworthy.
“These people are terrible witnesses,” I laugh as I read over the latest story. “They interviewed the bank manager. He said three beasts came bursting through the doors with guns. One of them was smoking a cigar.”
“Witnesses are always unreliable,” Erik chuckles. “Especially when they’re overwhelmed. The brain fills things in until it seems real to them.”
“And to think, we didn’t even wear our armor. I’d hardly call us beasts,” Ivar says. “But we could have shown them some beasts, if they really wanted to see them.”
“They’d probably throw all the employees in a mental institution if they said they were robbed by wolves,” I say, continuing to scan the article. “Yeah, cops don’t know anything. They’re clueless. The chief of police said they’re investigating several leads. That means they have nothing.”
“I might have found a place for us,” Erik announces. “I need to check it out again, but there’s a farm for sale several miles south of the city. I passed it when I was getting rid of the car.”
“You want to be a farmer?” Sigurd asks.
“No, but there’s a barn big enough to hold the ship,” he says. “And I need somewhere to work. I can’t start inventing tech on this world if I don’t have a workshop.”
“Yeah, but how are we buying property?” I ask, raising a brow. “Won’t that be suspicious? All that is tracked where I’m from. I’m sure they tracked it during this era, too.”
“It’s not like that here, based on what I’ve read. You can get a loan through a bank, but if you’re paying for it yourself, the only thing you need is the property deed,” Erik explains. “Besides, if we pay them well, I don’t think they’ll care where the money came from.”
“Alright, I guess that’s our best option,” Ivar says. “Depending on how long it takes, we could get some livestock. Maybe plant a few crops.”
“We’re really going to be here long enough to grow stuff?” I question.
“We could be,” Erik sighs. “It’s not going to be quick.”
I don’t mind the cave, but it would be nice to sleep in a real bed again.
Have a fireplace inside, instead of swatting at the bugs our campfire attracts.
Some different food would be nice, too. I like meat, but that’s all I’ve had since we landed.
I’d give about anything for a big plate of French fries or some bread.
I’d even devour a pot of vegetables at this point, and I was never fond of them back on Earth.
“I’m going hunting,” Sigurd snarls, standing to his feet.
“I’ll take a trip into town, find a phone booth, and contact the owner of the farm,” Erik says. “I wrote the number down, just in case.”
“We’re going to tour the place before we buy it, right?” Ivar asks. “It could be falling apart for all we know.”
“Does it really matter? We need a place to stay, and it has to be better than this cave. We’re handy enough to make the necessary repairs,” Erik says.
“Alright, I’ll trust your judgment,” Ivar concedes. “Just make sure we don’t get ripped off. Don’t overpay, even if we can afford it.”
“I won’t,” Erik says.
Erik and Sigurd leave, which means I’m alone with Ivar. I already know how I want to spend the time, so I snuggle closer to him. He’s still reading the newspaper and doesn’t acknowledge me immediately, so I start nibbling his neck.
“If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working,” he murmurs, shuddering when my lips get to his ear.
“Are you saying you don’t want me?” I tease.
“I didn’t say that at all,” he growls, tossing the newspaper to the side and pulling me into his lap.
“So aggressive,” I say, putting my hands on his chest. “Why don’t you just relax? Let me take charge for once.”
“Take charge?” he asks, his lip twitching into a grin. “You going to hold me down and fuck me?”
“I don’t think I have to hold you down,” I laugh, tugging my panties off and then shifting until I’m straddling him.
“Get this fucking dress off,” he says, yanking it up my thighs.
“No, hands to yourself. I’m in charge,” I say, smacking his hand.
“I can’t even touch you?” he asks, shaking his head.
“Not this time.” I carefully strip my dress off and toss it to the side. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“I have no doubt about that,” he says, grinding his dick into me.
“None of that either,” I groan, putting my hand on his eight-pack.
Maybe I’m feeling a little bolder today. Or maybe I just like teasing him. I rarely get the chance. I usually end up with a red ass and a dick inside me before I can do anything at all, especially when there’s more than one of them.
I kiss his neck, ears, and all the way down his chest before I unfasten his pants.
He eagerly lifts up so I can pull them off, but I don’t go for his cock immediately.
I place a trail of kisses up his right leg, avoid his erection, and kiss my way back down his left leg before I start teasing his inner thighs with quick swirls of my tongue.
By the time I make it back to his balls, he’s throbbing so much there’s pre-cum running down his shaft.
“You’re definitely ready,” I observe, licking up the pre-cum and slurping his cockhead before pulling away.
“I sure as fuck am,” he groans. “You just going to tease me all day?”
“I’m just taking my time,” I smile, stroking his cock with my hand and gently kissing the ridges, my tongue teasing each one.
I’ve learned that their ridges are extremely sensitive, especially when I get to caress them with my tongue like this.
I lightly rub his balls while my tongue trails along the pattern until I circle the ones on the head of his cock.
That makes Ivar squirm, more pre-cum leaking from his engorged dick.
I’m wet, arousal trickling down my thighs, but I’ve gotten used to that. I’m always dripping wet when I’m with my mates. They do something to me that my body constantly craves, especially now, when I’m so close to getting it, I’m struggling as much as Ivar.
“You’re going to make me come if you’re not careful,” Ivar groans, his cock twitching.
“Not yet,” I say, dragging my tongue across his ridges. “I’ve got plans for this.”
I lift up and straddle his cock. I line it up with my entrance and sink down on it.
We both gasp as he enters me and I move my hips until we’re fully joined and I’m pressed against his balls.
Ivar tries to thrust, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him.
Our eyes meet and I start riding him, keeping my movements slow so that I can savor the fullness every time I descend on his girthy cock.
“Mm, this is nice,” Ivar murmurs, getting more comfortable.
“See, you don’t have to hold me down to enjoy it,” I moan as my hips continue to move, creating friction that feels incredible. “Or be so rough.”
“We don’t always do that,” Ivar protests. “I don’t, at least.”
“I know. I wouldn’t try this with Sigurd,” I whimper, the pleasure coursing through me each time I feel his ridges against my g-spot. “He’d just spank my ass and fuck me before I had a chance to get him nice and hard.”
“But you love it when he does,” Ivar says knowingly, slapping my ass.
“I do,” I admit, pushing his hand away as I settle into a rhythm. “But I like this too.”
“So do I,” Ivar breathes out. “You’re so beautiful, Avery. I’m sorry none of the men on your world ever recognized that.”
“I’m not that pretty,” I sigh. “It’s not like I didn’t have an opportunity. I just never felt a real connection with any of them. Besides, I wouldn’t be your mate if I had found someone on Earth.”
“Why do you say that?” Ivar asks, his dick throbbing inside me.
“I wouldn’t have been a virgin,” I reply.
“That wouldn’t have mattered, mate. We were surprised you were still a maiden, but that’s not what drew us to you,” Ivar gasps, his cock pulsating harder, sending jolts of pleasure radiating from my g-spot.
“The doctor who examined me said I would smell like dick if I’d been… inseminated.” I shudder from both the memory and the pleasure.
“We’ve had you plenty of times, mate. All you smell like to us is sweet, addictive honey,” Ivar insists. “But none of that matters. You belong to us now.”
“And you belong to me,” I say, meeting his gaze again. “I mean that. I wasn’t sure and I fought it, but… I know this is where I’m supposed to be now.”
“On my cock,” Ivar says.
“Sometimes,” I say, biting my bottom lip as I feel the pressure building. “I’m falling for all three of you. That’s deeper than this. It’s love, or at least the foundation of it.”
“I feel that too, mate,” he groans. “But right now, I just need to feel you.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and ride him faster. I’m dangerously close and so is he. Our bodies come together again and again until the pressure builds too rapidly for me to stave it off. My fingernails dig into his muscles and my core flares as the orgasm roars to life inside me.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” I moan, my hips moving as my walls flutter on his length.
“You feel so fucking good,” Ivar mutters, then he erupts inside me.
I come again while he’s ejaculating. We move in unison, our bodies practically one entity as the mutual bliss consumes us. I’m still on Ivar’s cock, enjoying the final shudders while the afterglow sets in when we hear crunching outside the cave, sticks breaking as heavy footsteps approach.
“Sigurd must have found us some dinner,” Ivar says.
“Probably another deer,” I guess, then I laugh under my breath when Sigurd walks in with one slung over his shoulder. “Yep.”
“Looks like I missed all the fun,” Sigurd grunts.
“There’s still plenty for you,” I say, biting down on my bottom lip.
“Good,” Sigurd growls. “Nothing like a hunt to get me in the mood for my mate.”
Sigurd walks over and grabs me by the arm. He pulls me off Ivar’s cock and we both groan. I stumble a little as he pushes me toward the pile of furs and he slaps my ass several times, which causes me to dance on my toes.
“You don’t have to spank me to get what you want,” I whine, dropping to my knees on the fur bed.
“I know, I just enjoy it,” he rumbles, smacking my ass a few more times before he starts removing his clothes. “And I think you enjoy it too.”
“Sometimes,” I admit.
“I’ll get dinner going,” Ivar sighs, grabbing a knife and moving over to where Sigurd dropped the deer.
Sigurd mounts me from behind. He’s rarely gentle, so I’m not surprised when his fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, or when he sets a bone-rattling rhythm that knocks the breath out of me.
I enjoyed my time with Ivar, teasing and riding him, but I enjoy this too. Being rutted. Being roughly claimed by a brute. Being impaled on his big, thick cock while his chaotically aligned ridges rub me in a way neither of his brothers do.
“That’s it, mate. You know what you want,” Sigurd says, hammering his cock into me.
“Yes!” I cry out, his thunderous thrusts continuing to make it hard to breathe.
The pressure builds rapidly and I come, but Sigurd just keeps slamming his dick into my pussy. He’s rarely satisfied with one orgasm. He likes to fuck me until I’m a whimpering mess, which is exactly what I feel like after he forces me to climax multiple times.
Then I feel him begin to throb. His breathing gets heavier. His grip tightens on my hips. I slump forward, moving my hips with his thrusts, feeling each one of them go deep.
“Damn, you’re incredible!” Sigurd roars, hammering his dick into me violently as he finally comes.
His release forces me to come one last time while he fills me with his seed. I’m nearly exhausted when he pulls out and I sink into the furs.
“Guess you need a rest, mate,” Sigurd says, kissing the back of my neck.
“Yes,” I murmur.
I’d prefer a real bed. I might have one to sleep in soon.
But right now, I’m too worn out to care.