“Yes, yes, that feels so good!” He groans. If your lips weren’t stretched around his cock, you’d have smiled. The thrill of pleasuring Noah and sensing his own excitement amplifies your own arousal. You slide a hand down between your thighs, needing to alleviate the throbbing ache.
“You dirty bitch!” He gasps, grinning broadly as you shamelessly rub at your sensitive clit. You pull him momentarily from your lips and flash him a smile.
“Well, it isn’t going to rub itself.” You shrug before taking him back into your mouth. Reaching up with your free hand, you wrap your fingers around his length and begin to slowly stroke him in time with your bobbing head. Noah groans with delight and you can taste the saltiness of his pre-come as it oozes onto the back of your tongue. His moans of pleasure become more and more intense, his fingers tightening in your wet hair as you bring him inexorably towards his climax.
“You’re getting me close.” He moans, his face flushed.
Finish him with your mouth
Not yet
You quicken your pace, bobbing your head faster and faster as the shower spray rains down upon you. Noah, realizing you intend to finish what you have started, grins before groaning as you swiftly bring him towards his climax. With your own excitement building at the thought of making him come, your fingers work ever more frantically at your clit, rubbing the sensitive button and feeling the pressure in your own loins quickly rising.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop!” He gasps, the muscles in his stomach and chest tightening. Noah stills, his mouth dropping open in a silent groan. The calm before the storm. You feel his cock swell in your mouth just as he roars with release. His shaft jerks and you feel his seed erupting powerfully into the back of your throat. Pulling him from your lips, you hold his gaze as you aim his spurting cock into your open mouth. The warm, creamy fluid pools on your tongue as he gazes down in disbelief. The look on his face combined with your own vigorous attentions brings you to the brink. As you close your mouth and gulp down his seed, the taste of the thick creamy fluid sends you rushing headlong to your own climax.
“Uhhh, yesss!” You shriek, shuddering as the delicious pulses of your orgasm wash through your body. Each jolt of pleasure electrifies you, your sharp cries echoing in the confined space of the shower. As your climax subsides, you pant for breath and regain your senses, blushing as you glance up at Noah.
“Incredible.” He breathes, reaching down to help you to your feet.
“Glad you enjoyed the show.” You reply dryly, recovering from your embarrassment. “Now get out. I need to shower properly.”
“Yes ma’am.” He smirks, stepping out from beneath the powerful spray of the shower and reaching for a towel.
You dry yourself off a few minutes later and step out of the bathroom. Noah is already asleep on the bed and quietly snoring.
“Great.” You mutter, climbing beneath the sheets alongside him and wondering how much sleep you’ll get, sharing such a narrow bed.
You stir from your sleep, squinting as a shaft of sunlight shines in through the circular porthole. Yawning, you roll over and find you are in bed alone. Clutching at your head, you sit up and groan with a combination of a slight hangover and the memory of your drunken behavior in the shower.
“Goddamn it, Elyse.” You berate yourself before noticing the commotion outside. You can hear excited voices and hurried footsteps on the deck beyond the porthole. While you don’t understand German, you can tell from their tone that something is happening. You quickly pull on your clothes before stepping out of the cabin. One of the sailors hurries past you and you call out to him.
“Hey, you speak English?”
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
“Do you know where Noah or your Gruppenführer is?” You ask him.
“I do not know where the American is, but Gruppenführer Kunst is on the bridge with the captain.” The sailor replies before continuing on his way.
You climb a staircase and step onto the bridge. The captain, a stout, bearded man in his fifties is having a heated conversation with Helga in German. Through the bridge’s windows, you can see a bank of fog ahead.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Look.” Helga tells you, reaching out a hand with the familiar silver compass resting in her palm. Examining it, you notice that the needle is pointing directly at the fog bank.
“That’s incredible, we have a compass that points towards fog.” You reply dryly. “All our hopes and dreams have been realized.”
“Look again.” Helga tells you, nodding towards the fog. “Higher.” You follow her gaze and this time, you notice a faint outline of the peak of a mountain piercing the top of the fog bank.
“An island.” You murmur.
“Yes.” Helga grins triumphantly. “Hidden from view behind a perpetual fog. We only see the peak because we are looking for it. Other ships would simply avoid it without a second thought.” You blink in surprise, for the first time considering that perhaps Noah isn’t quite as full of shit as you thought.
“So what’s the argument?” You ask.
“Visibility is poor.” The captain tells you, his English accented but clear. “We don’t know what hazards await us in the fog. It would be dangerous to continue, so I suggested to the Gruppenführer that you continue to the island by dinghy.”
“A dinghy is too small. The Herkules is a hardy vessel and I need my soldiers and equipment.” Helga tells him firmly. “Land the ship.”
Agree with Helga
Take the captain’s side
“We don’t know what awaits us on the island.” You nod. “The risk of getting there underequipped and shorthanded outweighs any perceived risk to the ship.”
“You are a pilot, not a sailor.” The captain growls at you, though Helga smiles and straightens, your support seeming to have reinforced her stance on the matter.
“You will take us ashore, captain.” Helga tells him firmly.
“I am the captain of this vessel, Gruppenführer.” He replies angrily, the color rising in his cheeks.
“Indeed you are.” She replies, smiling thinly. “The final decision is of course yours.” Helga pauses, her pale blue eyes icy cold. “However, I will mention in my report to Reichsführer Himmler that you acted against my express wishes in this regard.” The color that had risen so quickly in the captain’s face drains just as rapidly.
“Reichsführer Himmler.” He stutters before straightening. “We shall navigate through the fog.”
“Excellent.” She replies. “I will make a note of your cooperation in this matter.”
You stand next to Helga on the deck as the Herkules moves into the fog.
“We are close, I feel it in my bones.” She tells you, leaning on the railing.
“But close to what?” You ask her. “We don’t even know what this artifact is or if it even exists.”
“We will find out soon enough.” She replies. “When I present it to the Führer, it will assure my ascendency to the highest echelons of the Reich.” At that moment, the whole ship vibrates violently and the sound of scraping metal fills the air, setting your teeth on edge.
“What was that?” You ask fearfully. Helga glances at you, her face ashen. The ship lists to starboard and a klaxon wails as sailors scramble around you. Helga calls out to one who chatters animatedly in German.
“Scheisse!” She gasps before turning to you. “The hull has been ripped apart below the waterline. We’re taking on water fast. Quickly, we must get to a lifeboat.” As you turn, the ship trembles before tipping even further starboard. You are thrown against the railing, your momentum taking you over it. Flailing out an arm, you grasp it, dangling by the fingers of one hand for a moment.
“No!” You cry out, gazing plaintively up at Helga, who is clinging onto the other side of the railing. She stretches out a hand, but
before you can reach for her, your grip fails and you plunge screaming into the freezing cold waters of the Atlantic below. The shock knocks the breath from you, but your instinct for survival kicks in and you swim for the surface. You break through and take a deep rasping breath.
“Elyse!” You hear Helga call out in warning. You look up at the vessel teetering on its side, looming precariously above you. It creaks again and you watch in horror as it rolls towards you. Your scream of terror is abruptly silenced as thousands of tons of ship come smashing down on top of you.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“There could be rocks or reefs or anything in that fog.” You tell Helga. “We’re a long way from anywhere if we founder and end up stranded on this island.”
“I thought you were a daring pilot, not a timid mariner, Fraulein Blake.” She snaps, glowering at you for a moment before sighing and turning to the captain. “Very well, drop anchor and have your men prepare the dinghy.”
“Ja, verstanden Gruppenführer.” The captain replies with a curt nod before glancing at you and flashing you a smile of gratitude.
“Follow me.” Helga tells you testily.
You lean on the railing and peer over the side of the Herkules. Pulleys squeak as a dinghy is slowly lowered down into the gray waters of the Atlantic. Helga stands next to you, gazing at the fog bank ahead of the freighter.
“Time to prove your worth.” She tells you. “I want you and Noah with me when we go to shore.”
“Guess it’s not like I have a choice.” You grumble.
“No,” She turns towards you and flashes you a predatory smile, “You don’t.”
Half an hour later, you carefully descend a ladder down the side of the ship to the dinghy. Helga and Noah are already aboard with a soldier and a couple of sailors, one of whom helps you onto the boat. You sit down next to Helga while the two sailors push the boat away from the ship and begin to row towards the fog.
As you enter the fog, the sounds from the Herkules fade behind you and the dinghy seems to be enveloped in an eerie silence. The only sound is the gentle lapping of the waves and the creak of the oars in their oarlocks as the sailors sweep them back and forth. The fog seems to grow thicker as you progress. Helga reaches into her jacket and pulls out the compass, flipping open the lid and gazing down at the needle.
“Steuerbord.” She calls out to the sailors, gesturing to the right. They nod and bring the dinghy about. Jagged dark rocks jut out of the water as you move deeper into the fog.
“We must be close to the island.” Noah murmurs as the sailors navigate around them. Sure enough, you can see the imposing shape of the mountainous island emerging through the gloom ahead.
“Land.” You point towards a dark smudge of beach above the waterline ahead. The sailors’ row hard towards it and the dinghy judders as they beach it onto the dark sands. You all quickly clamber out while the two sailors grunt as they drag the dinghy up away from the waterline. Glancing around you, you take in your surroundings. While it is still morning, the dense fog makes it feel like dusk. A steep rocky incline rises from the top of the beach and you guess it is the lower slopes of the mountain.
“Judging by the rocks and the dark sand, I’d say the island is volcanic.” Noah muses.
“Thanks for the geology lesson.” You reply dryly, pulling your leather jacket tightly around you as a cold wind blows across the beach.
“Stay with the boat.” Helga tells the sailors before turning to the soldier. “You. Come with us.” As the soldier nods and falls in behind her, she turns to Noah. “Well, which way to the artifact?” He blinks in surprise.
“I… uhhh…” He looks around at the bleak and barren landscape. “Well…” Helga’s eyes narrow while the soldier’s hand rests on the butt of his holstered luger.
Help Noah out
Throw him to the wolves
After Noah’s dragged you into this madness, you’re not feeling inclined to help him out of this mess.
“Kinda feels like you’ve brought us all on a fool’s errand, Wheatley.” You remark coldly. “There’s nothing here but rocks.” Helga nods to the soldier who draws his luger.
“Wait, wait!” Noah calls out fearfully, raising his hands. “Perhaps the compass can help us.” The soldier glances at Helga, who sighs and shrugs before nodding towards Noah. The soldier steps forwards and slams the luger into Noah’s midriff. He grunts, dropping to his knees and clutching his stomach, winded and fighting for breath.
“You’d better pray you’re right.” Helga tells him, passing him the silver compass. “This island looks like it would be a difficult place for a man to survive alone.” Noah blanches at the thinly veiled threat and climbs unsteadily to his feet, flipping open the compass.
“Perhaps the compass shows us not just the way to the island, but the way to the artifact too.” He murmurs, studying the needle before gesturing towards the fog shrouded slopes of the mountain. “This way.” You all walk along behind him, picking your way through the jagged rocky landscape. The wind howls around you and you wrap your arms tightly around your midriff. Noah climbs slowly, his head bowed as his own conviction begins to ebb. Abruptly, he straightens and turns, pointing ahead.
“There!” He calls out. “Look!” You peer past him, your eyes widening as you see a tall stone arch built into the mountainside. The ornately engraved sandstone blocks contrast with the dark volcanic rock around it.
“Remarkable.” Helga murmurs.
“I told you!” Noah grins triumphantly, perhaps more through relief than vindication. He steps into the arch and studies the engraving. “Different languages…” He murmurs. “Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs… here’s some Sumerian, Aramaic, Ancient Greek…”
“What does it say?” Helga asks impatiently.
“As far as I can tell, they all say the same thing.” Noah replies. “A warning. This is a place of great danger. The artifact within is not for mortal hands to wield. Turn back and leave this place. Doom awaits beyond.”
“Superstitious nonsense designed to keep savages out.” Helga replies dismissively. “Come, we are wasting precious time.” Noah nods, pulling out a flashlight and shining it into the passageway beyond. You follow him inside, the beam illuminating the sandstone walls and floor. A few steps inside, torches along each wall abruptly ignite, lighting up the whole passageway.
“What the hell?” You turn to Noah. “Is there someone watching us?”
“I doubt it.” He replies. “Probably a form of primitive automation, designed to scare away any thieves.”
“It’s working.” You grumble under your breath. As you walk slowly along the passageway, Noah studies the ancient markings on the wall.
“Remarkable.” He murmurs. Ahead, you can see a series of small apertures between the sandstone blocks on each side of the wall.
“Wait.” You tell him, throwing out your arm. “What are they?”
“Probably purely decorative.” Noah replies. Helga looks less than convinced and barks at her soldier in German. As he peers nervously ahead and casts a plaintive glance towards his commander, you can guess what she has asked of him. He takes a cautious step forward.
Allow him to go ahead
Stop the soldier and cautiously examine the passageway ahead
You watch as the soldier walks ahead of you. As he reaches the section of passageway with the small apertures, you hear one of the blocks in the floor rumble beneath his feet followed by a dull click behind the walls. Spears instantly spring out of each of the tiny holes, the soldier crying out in surprise and pain as he is impaled by three of them. You watch in horror as he glances down at the sharp bloodied spearheads protruding from his chest and stomach. His bulging eyes roll back and his head lolls forward as he goes limp.
“My God!” Noah gasps.
“He didn’t die in vain.” Helga shrugs, her tone emotionless. “This trap has been sprung for us and besides, what is one life compared to t
he power that awaits us deep within this mountain?”
“You’re all heart, you know that sister?” You reply, shaking your head in disbelief as you all weave your way through the spears and past the unfortunate soldier. Once through the trap, you continue along the seemingly endless passageway. As your footsteps echo, you suddenly feel the floor blocks fall away beneath your feet. You scream as you drop into the darkness, twisting and flailing out with your hands. Fingers wrap around your wrist, gripping you tightly as your abrupt descent is arrested. You dangle for a moment above a black abyss before Noah grunts as he hauls you back up again.
“Thanks.” You breathe, your heart trying to thump its way through your ribcage. As you pull yourself back to your feet, you notice one of the blocks in the wall appears to be loose, the mortar crumbling around it. Moving closer, you push against the block, grunting with effort until it finally shifts a little.
“Here, give me a hand with this.” You tell Noah. He adds his weight and with a grating, scraping sound, it slides back before falling away. He shines his flashlight into the darkness beyond.
“I can’t see much, but it looks like there’s a space behind the wall.” He murmurs. “You might be able to squeeze through and bypass any more traps.”
“Me, why me?” You object. “This is your party, pal!”
“I’ll never fit.” Noah replies before glancing at Helga. “And with respect to our esteemed Gruppenführer, neither will she.”
Climb through the tiny opening
Proceed carefully and disarm any traps along the way
“Wait!” You call out anxiously. The soldier pauses and glances back at Helga. She sighs and nods.
“Wait.” She confirms with a sigh. The soldier nods, his relief palpable. You edge slowly forward, studying the walls. The holes in each wall are only located in this short section of the passageway. You also notice that the stone blocks on the floor are a little more uneven here than anywhere else.
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