“Do it.” You hiss. “Take me.” He nods, holding your gaze before driving up inside you. You gasp at the suddenness and depth of his penetration but Noah seems to neither notice nor care as he begins to move inside you. His lips once again seek yours and you kiss hungrily and passionately. Your hands slide up his back, your fingers digging into his wet flesh as you hold him tightly, a moan escaping your lips each time he thrusts into you.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He breathes, water trickling down his face and chest as he drives vigorously into you now. His hands slide down to grasp your buttocks before he abruptly lifts you off your feet. You squeal in surprise, clinging to him and wrapping your legs around his thighs. He grins and presses you against the wall, the tiles cool against your back as he thrusts up inside you.
“Nice move.” You pant as he rhythmically shunts you up the wall, his hard cock pushing even deeper inside you in this position. “Guess you haven’t always had your nose buried in a dusty old book.”
“Haven’t you heard of the Kama Sutra?” He smirks as the vapor from the shower rises all around you. You chuckle, playfully scraping your fingernails down his back as he drives into you. His smile fades and he begins to groan with each thrust. The excitement of the unfamiliar position as well as the depth of his penetration has the pressure building deep inside you.
“Oh God, that feels good.” You moan. “Keep going!” Noah nods, his expression serious now, the insatiable hunger back in his eyes. Quickening his pace, he slams into you now, your mouth dropping open. The spray of the shower splashes off your heaving bodies as you both rapidly close in on your climaxes. His grunts compete with your breathless moans as each thrust of his rigid shaft brings you ever closer.
“I’m gonna come.” Noah warns you.
“Do it.” You gasp, moments away yourself. “Come inside me.” He nods, his fingers grasping your buttocks as his whole body stiffens. With a deep animalistic growl of release, he thrusts into you one last time before you feel his shaft swell inside you, the warmth of his seed filling your pussy. The sensation sends you over the edge and you bury your face into his shoulder, whimpering as a powerful orgasm consumes you. Delicious pulses of pleasure surge through your body as you quiver against his heaving chest. As the moment passes, Noah gently withdraws from you and you stretch your legs back down to the shower tray.
“Uh, thanks.” Noah murmurs, shuffling from foot to foot and avoiding your gaze.
“You’re welcome.” You chuckle. “Now get the hell out of here. I definitely need a shower now.” He nods and smiles shyly before stepping out of the cubicle.
After you have showered and dried yourself off, you find Noah is already fast asleep on the narrow bed. You roll your eyes before elbowing him across and climbing in alongside him.
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
Shaking such dark thoughts from your mind, you yank down the lever which snaps into place as the linkage is drawn back. Mechanical clanks echo down the passageway as each of the devilish contraptions is deactivated.
“C’mon, it’s safe!” You shout out.
“Wunderbar Fraulein!” Helga calls back, her voice echoing. You watch as they slowly make their way towards you, perhaps wary of any more surprises. They reach you unharmed, their eyes widening as they both enter the chamber.
“Magnificent.” Noah breathes looking around before his gaze settles on the central column and the knife embedded in it.
“Is that what I think it is?” Helga murmurs, her expression awestruck.
“I believe it is!” Noah replies, moving closer.
“What is it?” You ask.
“A powerful and mystical dagger which has appeared throughout history.” Noah replies, his voice awed. “In Arthurian legend, it was known as Carnwennan and could render its owner invisible. In Persian mythology it was known as the dagger of Rostam and was used to behead a demon. It has also appeared in Norse mythology, Chinese folklore and is recorded in ancient Indian texts among many others. Different times, different places and different names, yet it is the same blade. Magical, dangerous and able to imbue in its owner great power and influence.”
“We have accomplished our mission.” Helga smiles, stepping towards the column and reaching for the hilt.
“Hold it right there.” A voice growls from the shadows. Helga’s hand creeps towards the luger at her hip, but the cocking of a pistol makes her reconsider. A tall, dark haired man steps into the light, a pistol glinting in his hand. Your eyes widen as you recognize his tanned, handsome face, his teeth glinting as he smiles.
“Giuseppe!” You gasp.
“Good to see you again, sweetheart.” He grins at you.
“You know this man?” Helga asks you.
“Sure, Elyse and I go way back.” He nods. “Giuseppe D’Abruzzo. Elyse used to fly whiskey into Chicago for us during prohibition.”
“The D’Abruzzo’s are one of the Mafioso families.” Noah groans, glancing at Helga.
“It’s good to see you, Giuseppe,” You grin, “But where the hell did you come from?”
“I managed to stick a tracking device on the Herkules before she left Rio.” He grins. “I trailed you in a seaplane once you were at sea. When the Herkules dropped anchor, I landed and followed you ashore.”
“But why?” Helga asks him. “What are you doing here?”
“Your pal here took something that didn’t belong to him.” Giuseppe replies, glancing at Noah.
“You stole the map from the mafia?” Helga growls at Noah with an accusing tone.
“No.” Giuseppe tells her, stepping towards Noah and patting him down, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the familiar parchment map before slipping it inside his own jacket. “The Order brought me in to do their dirty work.”
“The Order?” You echo, your eyes widening. “You don’t mean…?”
“The Illuminati.” Noah sighs. “I was a former member of that ancient order. They knew about the map and the compass and what it led to, but they refused to act on it. Arrogant old men, sitting in darkened rooms, smoking cigars and pulling strings. They have no vision! I knew the dagger could change the world.”
Ask Noah how he intended to use the dagger
Be confrontational
“So what were you intending to do with the dagger?” You ask Noah.
“Yeah, Wheatley, looks to me like you’re helping the Nazis get it.” Giuseppe growls accusingly.
“No, no, they were just a means to an end.” Noah tells you. Helga snaps her head sharply towards him, her pale blue eyes ice cold and her hand twitching towards the luger at her hip.
“Uh-uh sister.” Giuseppe drawls, stepping forward and relieving her of the pistol before slipping it into his pocket and glancing at Noah. “You were saying?”
“The Nazis know nothing of the true power of the dagger.” Noah continues. “I would have taken it from them and returned with it to the order. The Illuminati would be forced to take me seriously and listen to me for once. The world is on the brink. The power of the blade coupled with the Illuminati’s international influence could redress the balance and prevent a conflict which could tear our planet apart.”
“So you’re just a regular hero, eh?” You reply skeptically.
“I admit, I was expelled from the order and this would be a way back in.” Noah grimaces. “But beyond my personal interest, everything I said is true. We need to retrieve the dagger! We must!”
“I dunno,” Giuseppe murmurs, glancing from the blade to you, “Sounds like this thing’s better left alone. Let’s get out of here, eh sweetheart?”
Take the blade
Leave the dagger behind
“No, the dagger is too important to leave. I say we take it with us.” You reply, stepping forward and reaching for it.
“No!” Noah calls out stepping forward. The sudden movement has Giuseppe twitching his pistol in Noah’s direction and he immediately freezes, his hands raised. “Don’t touch it! Direct contact with the dagger is dangerous. It is powerful and its influence may cloud your mind.” While you’re not sure whether you believe Noah’s mystical mumbo jumbo, he speaks with enough conviction to cause you to pull your hand away from the hilt. Instead, you take off your jacket and wrap it around the dagger before carefully pulling the blade from the stone column. As you bundle it up, you hear a low rumble reverberate around you and the whole chamber trembles.
“That can’t be good.” Giuseppe remarks.
“Another trap?” Helga asks, glancing fearfully around her.
“No, I think this is something else.” Noah murmurs. “Time to leave.”
“Yes, I think you’re right.” You reply as another tremor shakes the strange assortment of ancient artifacts around you. Crossing the room, you run back into the long passageway as another tremor rumbles around you, dust and debris dropping from between the sandstone blocks.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Giuseppe shouts out, running for his life. You sprint after him, with Noah and Helga just behind you. In the distance, you can just about make out daylight at the end of the passageway, but it looks so far away. The tremors are growing stronger and more frequent and you can hear the sound of the chamber collapsing in on itself behind you.
“My God!” You hear Noah moan behind you.
“Keep going!” You call out. “We can make it!” Another tremor, cracks appearing in the walls and floor as the fabric of the passageway begins to disintegrate, yet the square of daylight is growing larger as you get ever closer to salvation. Then the ground shafts beneath your feet, a large section of floor sliding away and moments from plunging into the abyss. You grunt with effort as you hurl yourself forward, the bundled dagger slipping from your grasp as you land on solid ground. The section of floor behind you is breaking up and crumbling away as the bundle with the dagger inside slides down it. Noah and Helga too are scrambling for their lives. All are just within your reach and you have just a split second to act, but you can save only one.
Save the dagger
Save Noah
Save Helga
You flail out a hand and grasp the bundle, watching helplessly as both Helga and Noah’s eyes widen before they slip down the crumbling section of floor, screaming as they plummet into the abyss. There is no time for regrets and you spring back to your feet, sprinting for the end of the passageway. The muscles in your legs scream in agony and your lungs burn as you summon your last reserves of stamina and endurance. You hear a terrific rumbling behind you and with a final surge of effort, you burst into daylight just as the entire passageway collapses. Giuseppe stands before you, panting for breath.
“Just you, eh?” He grimaces.
“And the dagger.” You wearily reply, patting the bundle. He nods, frowning at the sight of it.
“C’mon, we’re not out of the woods yet.” He glances pointedly at the mountaintop. You follow his gaze, your eyes widening as you see the blackened sky and the burning glow of lava oozing down the mountainside.
“You gotta be kidding me!” You groan before following Giuseppe as you scramble back down the rocky terrain. As you descend, you can see the two sailors pushing the dinghy into the fog blanketed sea. They have obviously seen enough and are returning to the Herkules while they still can. Good for them.
“It’s just a little further!” Giuseppe calls out. Through the fog, you can make out the hazy silhouette of a seaplane on the beach below. You breathe a sigh of relief and quickly make your way down the last few yards of the rocky slope and down onto the beach. As you cross the black sands, Giuseppe turns to face you, blocking your way.
“What the hell are you doing?” You demand, glancing over your shoulder at the streams of lava sliding down the mountainside behind you.
“I can’t let you take the dagger.” Giuseppe replies. “It sounds like bad news. If that thing falls into the wrong hands…”
“It won’t!” You tell him. “The Nazis won’t...”
“I’m not just talking about the Nazis.” Giuseppe interrupts. “Even Uncle Sam can’t be trusted with something so powerful. Leave it, Elyse. I insist.” His eyes narrow and he draws his pistol from his shoulder holster.
Leave the dagger behind
Refuse
“I’m not leaving the dagger.” You tell him defiantly.
“That’s your choice, sweetheart,” Giuseppe growls, “But you ain’t coming with me.” Keeping the gun trained on you, he backs away to the plane, pulling open the door and climbing inside. “So long, Elyse.” He calls out sadly, before slamming the door shut. Moments later, the engines splutter to life, the drone building to a roar as the propellers drag the plane off the sand and into the water. As it speeds off, disappearing into the fog, you glance at the mountain, the lava flowing down the sides now. Fury rises inside you and you slip your hand into the bundle, your hand tightening around the hilt. As you pull it free, you can hear a whisper in your mind, urging you to use the power of the dagger. You can see the seaplane rising above the fogbank in the distance and your rage boils over.
“No, you will not leave me!” You snarl, the voice of the dagger reverberating with your own. You raise the dagger and point it towards the distant plane. Lightning arcs from the blade, flashing across the sky before striking it. It immediately lists to one side, fire flickering from one of the engines and leaving a thick trail of smoke. You watch with grim satisfaction as it plunges into a nosedive, a terrible whine filling the air. It disappears back into the fog and you hear the dull concussion of an impact and see the flash of an explosion.
“So long, Giuseppe.” You growl. Feeling the searing heat of the approaching lava, you turn, watching as the thick glowing streams eat their way across the landscape towards you. As the creeping fear of an excruciatingly painful death consumes you, you glance at the dagger in your hand, the blade glinting in the orangey red glow of the lava. Pressing the tip of the blade to your chest, you thrust it towards you, driving it through your heart.
THE END
“Okay, have it your way.” You sigh, reluctantly dropping the bundle onto the sand. “It’s not worth dying for.”
“No it’s not.” Giuseppe agrees, smiling with relief and slipping the pistol back into his holster. “C’mon, toots, let’s go.” Crossing to the plane, he pulls open the door and you both climb aboard. Following Giuseppe into the cockpit, you take your seat alongside him. Throwing himself into his seat, his fires up the engines which splutter to life and the plane slides off the beach and into the water.
“Since when are you a pilot?” You ask, raising your voice over the roar of the engines as the plane cuts through the ocean, picking up speed.
“Since our old pilot quit to go sun herself on a beach and drink rum.” He grins, pulling back on the yoke. The nose lifts, the rolling gray waves of the Atlantic Ocean dropping away as you take to the sky.
“Less of the old.” You chuckle, feeling a palpable sense of relief now you have left the erupting volcano behind you. Finally allowing yourself to relax, you suddenly feel very weary as the events of the past few hours catch up with you. You shift in your seat and yawn before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
“Uh, slight miscalculation with the fuel.” He grimaces, casting you a rueful smile. “Stronger headwinds than I expected. Sorry sweetheart, but we ain’t makin’ it back to Rio. I’m gonna have to put us down in the ocean. I’ve radioed in our position and help will be on its way.”
“Goddamn it, Giuseppe.” You groan, feeling a sense of déjà vu as you remember your crash landing in the Amazon. The endless expanse of ocean comes rushing up to meet you and the hull skips on the waves, water splashing over the cockpit windows. As you slow down, Giuseppe kills the engines, the plane bobbing gently on the waves.
“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’ve some time to kill.” He smirks. “Any ideas how we might occupy ourselves while we wait for rescue?” He cocks an eyebrow and flashes you a salacious smile.
Might be fun
You’ve had enough excitement for one day
“So you got into bed with the Nazis instead?” You growl before pointing at the dagger. “You want to give this sort of power to the Führer? You’re a traitor.”
“No, no, it’s not like that.” Noah shakes his head. Helga’s head snaps towards him and her eyes narrow.
“Looks like it’s a lot like that.” Giuseppe smirks. “Elyse, do me a favor and relieve the fraulein of the heater, eh.” You nod. Helga glares coldly at you as you slowly pull the luger from her holster before stepping back to stand with Giuseppe. “Good, so what do you say we get the hell out of here?”
“We can’t leave the dagger.” Noah objects, taking a step towards Giuseppe.
“Sure we can.” He grins, his pistol twitching in Noah’s direction. “My job is to bring back the map. Nothing else. Besides, from the sounds of it, the dagger is better off staying where it is.”
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