Silence and Delacourt (closed)

[Maka]

Marie-Claire was striding along, doing her best to disguise the natural sway that had come into her movements since she entered womanhood. Will nodded at her suggestion, unable to resist holding her a moment longer.

"We'll find one on the promenade."


The biting cold winds whipped their coats around them on the deck. Two guards were loading bolts of cloth into one of the tubs. Will, familiar with the ways of such freebooters, simply strutted past them arrogantly, Marie-Claire at his heels, and climbed into the tub, gesturing for them to leave off loading and give the signal for them to be winched upwards.

They frowned, but Will's self-assurance convinced them of his reason for being there. Within moments, they were being cast up into the air at terrifying speeds. Will was forced to wrap his arms around Marie-Claire's slender waist to prevent her from being blown off the edge. It was no hardship at all -in fact, the feel of her warm lithe body against him stirred all kinds of distracting thoughts.

Trying to keep his mind on the mission at hand, Will gazed upwards at the vast underbelly of the airship, rapidly approaching. Besides the open ports, he noticed a huge trapdoor set in the metal. He had a grim notion that he knew what it's purpose was.

The prisoners now aboard the Otto von Bismark, directly above the trapdoor in the hold, had learned the pirate Baron's secret -that his hide-out was a mobile fortress in the sky and not some mountain lair. They would never be allowed to leave with this secret. Once all their ransoms had been wired to the Baron's agents, that trapdoor would open and they would all tumble to die in the cold Atlantic ocean, half a mile below. Will set his shoulders. He could not allow that callous massacre to take place. Their mission had a time-limit now.

The movement pressed Marie-Claire closer to him. Her pert bottom now rested on his crotch and his cock was beginning to stir. Will took a deep breath. It was almost a relief when the cart crashed to a halt within the vast metal hangar of the pirate airship.

Guards scurried forward, giving the two, very closely clinched together, a perplexed look. Will gave them no time to muse on the sight.

"I must see the Baron at once," he said in German. "An urgent message from Fraulein von Ehrengard."

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire clung to cable as they whizzed into the air with the cargo. She tried very hard not to be afraid. The initial jolt of them into the air literally took her breath away. Luckily her gas mask kept air flowing to her. It also hid her face. She was sure she was white from fear.

When Will wrapped his arms around her, she felt much safer. She snuggled against him. She pouted. Damn the Baron and Fraulein Puta, they were very much in the way of all the things she wanted to do with Will. There was so much to discover and to learn. Her eyes went wide behind her mask. She thought she felt something else, but it was probably just Will's pistol.

She tried to look manly when the guards appraised them.

"Why did the Fraulein not wire a message or come aboard herself?" The Baron did not like problems. Better these fools deliver the message and bear the brunt of any bad news.

 

[Maka]

"She was... occupied," Will explained. As he'd hoped, the guards shared a coarse laugh.

"Still? He's lasting longer than the others. Go on then. But I hope for your sake the news is good. Der Baron is losing patience with the Fraulein and her ways, ya?"


They gestured towards a set of stainless steel spiral steps. This was something of a break for Will -several exits presented themselves. They climbed up the vertiginous spiral until they reached a landing with a ladder leading upwards, high above. By Will's reckoning, they were now directly below one of the cupolas that broke the vast rounded surface of the pirate airship. This must be where the bridge was located.

The rooms surrounding the bridge was a vision of sybaritic luxury. Priceless statues and works of art looted from a dozen ancient civilisations were scattered carelessly about. A Fabergé egg rested precariously on a featureless onyx tablet (Will thought he recognised it as an artifact from the Lost City of Prester John in darkest Africa). An alabaster sarcophagus of ancient Egypt had been used as a cards-table -scattered cards lay across it and wine glasses had been set down on it, leaving red stains on the white stone. A jewel-studded, gold-threaded Ottoman kaftan lay draped over an armchair. Everywhere the Otto von Bismark's shadow had hovered in the world, the pirates had descended and pillaged to their black hearts' content.

But Will noticed that, underneath the fine velvet and silk hangings, there were steel panels and that each door had bolts and locks to rival a Chubb Locks safe. As he'd hoped, this was a place that could be held against an army of mutineers.

He prepared to lead them onwards, to the bridge, but another item in the Baron's collection caught his eye. It was a well-thumbed collection of sixteenth-century Japanese shunga -erotic woodblock prints. As he looked at the images of men and women enjoying themselves in all possible varieties of position, he could not help imagining doing the same with his sweet, his impossibly desirable Marie-Claire.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire tried very hard not to gawk at all of the antiquities and priceless objets d'arte. At least her gas mask hid her expression. Her fingers itched especially to touch that Fabergé egg. To hold it. To steal it. What in the name of God was the Baron doing with it. It was horrible that this man should have such treasures.

She tore her eyes away from the egg to see Will engrossed in turning pages of a book. She walked over to him to see what had caught his fascination. It did not surprise her that of all these things, it was a book that caught his fancy. He was a very intelligent man, after all. His brain matched his brawn.

When she caught a glimpse of the prints her eyes went wide. She cleared her throat, "I did not think that Will Silence required a manual." She said in a flippant tone. "But I might..." She smiled coquettishly, but it was wasted behind the mask.

 

[Maka]

It shouldn't have been possible for a girl swathed entirely in a black trenchcoat and gas-mask to radiate as much sex appeal as Marie-Claire did. Perhaps it was just Will's awareness of the extraordinary body and piquant face underneath. But there was something in the way she held herself, her feet braced firmly apart, her chin bravely uplifted. It advertised a girl rich in courage and imagination, a girl who could pick a pocket or hold a gun on a Nazi with the same unselfconscious exuberance that she was already bringing to the bedroom.

Will remembered, with a grin, her apparently innocent words to him on the night before, as he'd spread the Kenyan salve over that enticing rump. "I won't break."

"Then I'll have to give you some practical demonstrations," he told Marie-Claire, fighting back the urge to begin there and then, regardless of circumstances. "Not that it seemed to me like you needed them."

God, she was sexy. Anna could have postured in front of him naked for hours, and it wouldn't arouse him a tenth as much as a single flash of those extraordinary blue eyes over the mouthpiece of a gas-mask.

"You make very free with my possessions."

The Baron, a mountain of a man, had strode in from the bridge while they were occupied. Perhaps it was the irreverent nonchalance with which Will held himself, perhaps it was the undisguisable, bewitching feminity of Marie-Claire's pose as she looked at the prints, but Will could see that the Baron recognised something wrong in a moment.

He leveled his side-arm, a black and snub-nosed Mahler, at them.

"Take off your masks. I don't recognise you."

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire laughed a bit. "I look forward to many more practical demonstrations. While you tried very hard to ensure I had a proper education, it is sorely lacking in some areas. You may ascribe any skill on my part to a beginner's enthusiasm."

She was distracted by one particular woodblock where she had to tilt her head to determine exactly what was going where. So distracted that she nearly jumped when the Baron spoke. Merde! They had been found out already.

She had no idea what Will would do now, but she trusted herself to follow his lead. Years on the streets enabled her to think on her feet. But she was far out of her league here on this floating fortress with a man who wanted to rule the world.

 

[Maka]

Will was fast on the draw -one of the fastest in the world, and if Marie-Claire hadn't been there, he might have risked it. But he couldn't bring himself to put Marie-Claire in danger. A plan was forming in his mind.

His hands slowly went to his face and he unbuckled the gasmask and lowered it.

"Silence!"

"None other," Will replied coolly.

The Baron turned to Marie-Claire, but kept his gun trained on Will. Will Silence had a certain reputation, after all.

"And let's have a look at you."

The striking, delicate beauty of Marie-Claire's face had stopped men dead in their tracks -and the Baron had never seen her before. Will could only hope that the sight of Marie-Claire's face, above the black trappings of the sky pirate, would startle the Baron enough for him to momentarily loosen his grip on the gun. Will tensed himself to draw at exactly the right moment.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire bit her lower lip out of nervousness. She turned fully to the Baron and pulled off her mask and goggles at the same time, shaking out her hair. She stood her ground defiantly. Her lips stood out against her pale face, full and lucious like cherries.

"Not what you were expecting?"

The Baron's eyes widened noticeably at his realization of just how lovely a companion Will Silence had.

 

[Maka]

The Baron could not suppress a gasp at the beautiful vision before him. Something in Marie-Claire's expression, defiance mingled with a touch of vulnerability touched her sparkling blue eyes and pale, delicate features with an angelic beauty. Will doubted there was a man alive who could have resisted her. He could only marvel at how long it had taken him to recognise that, and sincerely thank the universe for his unbelievable good fortune. Whether she realised it or not, Marie-Claire could have had anyone in the world for her man but she had wanted Will Silence.

The Baron was open-mouthed. Will shot him.

He moved to the right just in time and the bullet hit his ribs rather than the heart. The Baron still crashed back but as he fell, he pulled a lever set in one of the walls. Klaxons sounded.

Cursing, Will seized Marie-Claire by the hand and plunged through the doorway the Baron had used, into the central sanctum of the bridge.

Clanking, whirring machinery filled all but a small metal space at the very centre of the oval room. A huge hardwood Gothic throne occupied that space, raised on a dais in the centre, surrounded by controls. It was bolted to the floor. Will heaved it up, even his iron muscles almost cracking under the strain, and hurled it against the door as a makeshift barricade. He could already hear the sound of jackbooted feet pounding through the Baron's quarters.

He and Marie-Claire were packed very close together in the tight space. He could hear the fluttering of her heart, smell her clean hair and faint, subtle feminine scent, feel the satin smooth curves of her body pressed against his...

"Try and get some of this junk free, pile it up on the barricade," he told her. "If any of them break through, shoot them. I'm going to try and fly this baby."

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claie was not one to panic in a dangerous situation. On the streets, one had to stay cool and make wise choices. She ran with Will into the...what did they call it? The Bridge. This must be what controlled the monstrous ship.

They were pressed close together again in the cramped space. She listened to his instructions then got up on her tiptoes to give him a quick but firm kiss on the lips.

She turned from him to look around the room for things she could wedge against the door. She moved around the room picking up anything not screwed down and pushed it against the door.

She found a large tool chest. "Hah!" She crowed. This would make it easier to remove some of these things. She grabbed a wrench and a screwdriver and knelt next to a...she did not know what it was, but it wasn't moving and looked like she could life it once she unfastened a few bolts.

This was was her dream come true. Working side by side with Will on an adventure. A mission to save the world. Se could not help beaming while she worked, throwing Will an occasional smile even if he were too busy to notice.

She could hear them at the door now. "It won't be long, I can hear them outside!" She stepped back and unholstered her gun.

 

[Maka]

The kiss was passionate but all too brief. Will closed his eyes, luxuriating in the touch of Marie-Claire's full lips on his own. His eyes were irresistibly drawn to her, as throwing off her leather coat, she began applying herself to the work at hand. Her every movement sent erotic thoughts whirling through his head. Bending over to reach for a tool-chest, she exposed her firm, tight posterior and her large, perky breasts jiggled as she hammered loose a pry-bar.

But he had his own work to attend to. A glance at the controls produced a shocking revelation. They were in a familiar, spidery script. Kristof Balasz, the brilliant Hungarian engineer, was the inventor and sole user of that script. But Balasz would never work for Nazi-affiliated pirates. The Nazis must have captured him and forced them to work for him.

But the bright side was that Balasz had taught Will the rudiments of his script, when they had been working together in Vienna. Will tried to recall what he had learned.

Outside the pounding on the door was growing.

"Kill Silence!" the Baron shouted. There was a lecherous note to his voice. "But not the girl. I want her alive..."

Will's expression was grim. The first step was to begin lowering the Bismarck out of the skies.

"Hold on!", he shouted to Marie-Claire, steadying her effortlessly with one arm while he used his free hand to pull a series of levers. The airship lurched. Outside, the noises came of the Baron's thugs cursing as they fell over. The airship was now spiralling downwards. Will steadied the course with the steering wheel. His next step was the radio.

It took several heartpounding moments scanning the airwaves, but finally a crisp, cut-glass English voice broke through the static.

"Hello? Hello? This is Dal Riata RAF Base. What's your message? Over."

Will had worked with the SIS on the same adventure that introduced him to Balasz.

"This is Will Silence and it looks like an excellent day for a walk in Regent's Park."

His voice was calm and conversation, but he was secretly praying that his SIS codes were not out of date. There was a pause.

"I see. What can we do for you, Mr Silence? Over."

"I'm on a hostile airship, and I need back-up. These are my coordinates..."

Dal Riata Base was in the Outer Hebrides and the Bismarck was still west of Ireland. Even if they scrambled immediately, they might well be too late, if the buckling of the door was any indication. Will shot a concerned glance at Marie-Claire, who gave him a brave smile and hefted her pistol.

"This may be your lucky day, Mr Silence..."

Will reflected that he'd had the same thought, glancing at Marie-Claire's lovely form and remembering how his day had started. For what he'd tasted that morning, he'd cheerfully face a dozen mad sky-pirate captains and sadistic Germans with riding crops.

"Because today, we happen to be testing the MK-IV Incorruptible. Over."

"The what? Over."

Will's eyes strayed to the door. It sounded like the Baron himself was hammering at it now.

"Supersonic jet. The boffins are very excited. If you can last another ten minutes Captain Somerset, whom I believe you know, will be able to offer you some support. Best of luck, eh, Mr Silence? Out."

Marie-Claire had done sterling work barricading the door, but the Baron's berserk strength had been too much. Will just had time to make a quick series of adjustments to the controls, then he drew Marie-Claire to him with one arm and drew his pistol with the other. He had divested himself of his heavy coat, and his bare, sculpted arms gleamed in the dim light of the bridge.

"Follow my lead," he whispered to Marie-Claire. He let his hand stray down to her rump and gave a tender squeeze, eliciting a not unhappy squeak from the young tomboy. "We'll be in London before the day's over."

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire squeaked in surprise then grinned up at Will. She trusted him completely. But she did wonder what Will had planned now. It sounded like help was on the way, but would it get here in time?

She pulled her own pistol out of its holster. She felt the adrenaline coursing through ehr body. She was actually here with Will helping him on one of his missions. Even though the stakes were far higher than any when she was on the streets, she was not nearly as afraid. Will would protect her and everything would be fine.

Then they would celebrate. She could not keep the grin from spreading across her face. A sumptuous room in London, champagne and caviar, and Will in bed ready to teach her all that he knew of love.

"I will hold you to that promise, Will Silence." She leaned against him for a moment before taking a defiant stance for whenever the Baron and his thugs breached the door.

 

[Maka]

An imprish grin crossed Marie-Claire's face. Will thought he could guess the kind of thoughts that had inspired it, but longer to investigate more thoroughly. That went down on the long list of things he would like to do to Marie-Claire, and would, as soon as opportunity afforded.

His plan was a simple one but highly dependent on several variable factors, one of them being that the RAF radio-operator was correct in his assessment of the Incorruptible's arrival time. But. What was life without a little risk? If he'd wanted a quiet, risk-free life he'd be digging potatoes in Illinois right now.

Should Have Stuck to Spuds wouldn't be much of an epitaph, though, and there was also the all-important fact that he had to protect Marie-Claire.

Will heaved aside the remains of Marie-Claire's barricade. He listened intently for a moment to the noises outside the door, then quietly took hold of the door.

The next charge was unmistakably the Baron alone. Only a man of his size could pound the steel corridor that way. His gigantic lust for Marie-Claire was causing him to forget the natural caution of his trade. If he didn't want to be the one to get his hands on that slim form first, he would have let his men break down the door. Perhaps he wasn't wrong to do so at that. Will didn't doubt that any of the Baron's men would be willing to kill him for Marie-Claire once they'd seen her -Will was certainly willing to kill every one of them to protect her.

Just before the Baron's shoulder crashed into the door, Will threw it open and the Baron tumbled inside. In an instant, Will was on him. The German pirate was bigger and broader than Will, his arms as thick as logs from the Black Forest. He was deceptively quick, too, reacting almost instantly to Will's attack despite his disadvantage by trying to smash his forearm into Will's head.

But Will's muscles were like iron and his movements as quick as a rattlesnake's. He ducked the Baron's blow and caught his wrist with one hand, forcing Krieghort's arm behind his head and then lifting the huge man bodily on to his feet with one fluid movement. With his free hand, he pointed his gun at the Baron's head. The whole fight had taken less than two seconds.

The Baron's men stood at the entrance to the bridge. Their guns were raised but they were hesitant, looking to their commander for orders. The Baron was panting hoarsely for breath, and struggling against the bone-cracking strength of Will's grip on his wrist. He said nothing.

"Nice of you to drop in," Will said calmly in German. "But Herr Baron, Marie-Claire and myself were just about to leave. We feel like taking the air on the upper decks."

"... schweinhund", the Baron croaked at last. His face was going the same purple as his birthmark, trying to break free of Will's hold. He had clearly never known a man stronger than him before, and did not relish making the discovery in full view of half a dozen subordinates and a beautiful girl he'd planned on ravishing.

"Keep them covered as we move," Will whispered to Marie-Claire, as he strode boldly forward through the men towards the stairs that had led upwards.

The hostage situation could not be prolonged indefinitely. The sky-pirates feared and respected their leader, but they surely did not value his life above their own security. The more the time ticked by, the greater the chance of them deciding to simply rush Will and Marie-Claire and take the odds of losing Baron von Krieghorst. Will just had to hope that the moment of that decision would not come until Somerset's arrival.

They moved through the Baron's suite, to the spiral stairway they'd arrived by. The hold below was filled with the pirates summoned by the alarms the Baron had set off. They stared upwards and muttered among themselves as the trio, followed by the Baron's party, emerged on to the catwalk.

Will let Marie-Claire take the lead up the stairs to the upper deck, while he continued to force the Baron inexorably along, always presenting his huge body to the pirates following them. The Baron had gone silent, and given up more than token efforts to break free from Will's grasp. This was a warning sign, and Will braced himself for the Baron's next move. An elbow to the kidneys, or perhaps a trip on the steps. But the Baron just spoke -in English, to Will's surprise.

"I think I see, Herr Silence, why the Fuhrer hates you so."

"Wasn't aware I'd come to the great man's attention," Will said.

"You walk into the lair of the greatest outlaw of the age. You face half a dozen pistols aimed at your face. Kill me or no, you have no chance of escaping this alive, and your delicous little morsel faces far worse. And you make jokes. Is your life a joke? Is hers? What German could not hate such a man?"

"Sorry, chief. What can I say?" said Will. He pivoted the Baron and forced his wrist up and down to give his men a friendly little wave. "I guess Sturm und Drang just isn't my style."

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire should have felt afraid, but she didn't. Excited, yes, perhaps even a little nervous, but she was with Will Silence and she was sure she had nothing to fear. She felt as if she had been doing this sort of thing her whole life. The Baron spoke the empty threats of a defeated man.

His men would have to come up the stairs to get at them, making them easy to pick off since they couldn't rush them.

Marie-Claire had no problem shooting any of them. IN fact, she was looking forward to it. She had never killed a man, but so much was at stake. That, and she didn't like what the Baron was implying if either he or his men had a chance to get their hands on her. For that alone she would kill them. She was no toy.

"If Fraulein Puta is an example of the best of Deutschland's women, I would think a dog could satisfy you." She sneered. "Will, let me put a bullet through his head right now." There was something wild in her eyes from the adrenalin coursing through her body.

She wondered how much longer they would have to wait until Incorruptible arrived. Will surely must have been born under a lucky star.

 

[Maka]

A fierce light shone in Marie-Claire's blue eyes. In her piratical costume, she looked like some wild, sexy valkyrie of the Atlantic skies. The Baron actually flinched as she turned her gun on him.

"Not so fun, is it, when the girls threaten you?" said Will. "I'm afraid we'll have to let him be for now, kiddo."

They'd reached the top of the stairs, the Baron's men climbing up behind them all the way, and Will opened a hatch. The vast, gunmetal gray expanse of the Otto von Bismarck stretched out before them, punctured by crackling conductors, generators and cannons. Will allowed Marie-Claire to go first, aiming her gun at the group following them, then came through with the Baron in tow.

There was a muffled explosion from somewhere far below. Will cocked his head.

"Sounds like your primary engine's combusted, Herr Baron. I expect one of your men tried using the controls on the bridge. A mistake, in hindsight."

"How...?" the Baron gasped.

"You made Kristof Balasz, a genius who hates you, design this ship. Of course he would build traps into the design. I'm only sorry he didn't get the chance to arm it himself. All I had to do was enter an eight-digit number into the array."

"But how could you have known the number?

"I didn't. I took a hunch. 11111891. 11th of November, 1891. Balasz's wife's birthday. She died in a German bombing raid on his laboratory."


They had reached the edge of the airship. The Baron, his face still flushed, gave Will and Marie-Claire an evil smirk.

"End of the line, Herr Silence."

His men shifted, clearly readying themselves to charge. Will braced himself. Then there was a thunderclap as loud as the trumps of Judgement Day. Everyone was sent sprawling by a sudden, titanic rush of air. The Baron seized the opportunity to roll to safety. A series of shots rang out, and the Baron and his men scattered for the safety of the lower decks.

When Will got to his feet, he found a sleek, metallic two-man plane before him. A squat, black metal box was welded on to its fuselage and a name was painted on its side along with a union jack: Incorruptible. Its cockpit bubble had opened and the pilot was waving to them.

The pilot was a young woman. Smooth brown hair fell to her shoulders and her goggles were pushed up on her forehead to reveal clear, warm brown eyes and an ivory and rose complexion. She looked like a debutante and an aristocrat, which was exactly what she was, as at ease passing cucumber sandwiches at a vicarage tea-party or dancing the waltz at an embassy ball as she was behind the controls of an experimental plane.

"Will Silence!" she said, her accent the unmistakable one of English public schools, "One runs into you in such peculiar places."

She turned her dazzling smile on to Marie-Claire and saluted. "Captain Alice Somerset, RAF. Please come aboard. It will be a bit of a tight squeeze. Do hope that isn't an awful bore."

 

[haremfaery]

((Blah, I have a cold. So forgive me if this is a lame post.))

"Not so fun, is it, when the girls threaten you?" said Will. "I'm afraid we'll have to let him be for now, kiddo."

Marie-Claire laughed. Will was always good with a quip.

Why did people never use complicated passwords? But she was thankful, because Will was able to figure it out.

She cursed when the ship lurched. She had wanted to put an end to the Baron once and for all.

When the plane landed, Marie-Claire's first instinct was to hate the woman pilot. She did not like the way she smiled at Will, but then she turned the same smile on her and decided it was just the woman's way.

Before she climbed into the Incorrigible. Marie-Claire said, "But what of the prisoners in the hold? We can escape, yes, but what of them?" She had thought the Incorrigible would be a battleship capable of neutralizing the Bismarck.

 

[Maka]

(I hope you feel better!)



"A convoy of fighters should be on its way soon," Alice explained. "We simply have to keep the blighters occupied until then and their minds off the prisoners until then."

Will clambered into the Incorruptible, followed by Marie-Claire. It was indeed a tight fit in the cockpit. Marie-Claire was jammed into his lap. That supple, slender body was pressed against his chest. Her head rested just under his chin and the firm, sweetly rounded curves of her bottom. Will's physical reaction was almost instant and Marie-Claire found herself sitting on Will's huge erection. She shifted slightly, the movement allowing Will's hard-on to rub between her legs.

"I'll focus on flying this crate," Alice said crisply. "Will -could you and your friend act as my gunners?"

Will reached around Marie-Claire to take the pilot's gun controls, leaving the navigators' for Marie-Claire. His hands brushed, not entirely accidentally, against Marie-Claire's ample breasts as he moved. Their every movement in the confined was now stimulating each other unbearably.

Alice set the plane in motion. G-forces rammed them back into their seats, pushing Marie-Claire down hard on to Will's cock. Even with the layers of clothing separating them, it felt amazing.

They were circling the Otto von Bismarck now. The huge flying fortress was floating awkwardly in the sky, Will's sabotage having crippled it. But some defence systems still worked. An iron gun-tower swivelled to face them and fired off a stream of lead. Alice took nimble evasive action and the plane banked and curved, bouncing Marie-Claire up and down. Was that a little gasp of pleasure she'd given?

"C -could you take that tower out? It's a b-bit of a nuisance."

Will had never heard a stammer in Alice's coolly modulated English voice before. Were nerves affecting her? Will took a side-glance at their pilot and found her staring straight ahead, biting her lip as a hot flush spread across her aristocratic features. Her eyes were dilated and her body was quivering, her ass rubbing back and forth against the leather seat as though she couldn't keep still. She had noticed Will and Marie-Claire's interaction and it was making her almost as aroused as they were.

 

[haremfaery]

((I'm getting there. The worst is over, no more fever. But I still have a bad cough.))

((Oh my, Will. Do I sense a threesome in the near future? Hmm. Not sure how Marie-Claire would feel about that.))

Marie-Claire was aroused by all the bouncing around on Will's lap, but she was also frustrated. She could not get the angle right to feel stimulated enough to come to any completion. She could not very well put her hand between her legs; she was supposed to be shooting at the enemy. Because even though the Bismarck's systems were malfunctioning, the ship was still able to scramble six of its harriers to come after them.

She watched Will take out two before she even realized their were in the air. She shoot a volley at another when it seemed close enough to hit. She needed to get a feel for these controls.

Her nipples were as hard as rocks and ached to feel Will's lips upon them. She was on fire with unrequited lust for Will as their bodies bumped and pressed and ground against each other. She made a sound between a moan of pleasure and a sigh of frustration.

She fired again, this time strafing a harrier. It spun away and the rest backed off to regroup.

She moved her leg so she was straddling one of Will's legs. Now she could rock her pelvis and get the stimulation she craved. Sex and violence. She doubted she could let Will leave the cockpit before she attacked him. But the English woman... Marie-Claire made a face. Was the world set on putting barriers between the two of them sharing what they craved the most?

 

[Maka]

Will's senses were heightened to superhuman levels, his pulse racing with the adrenaline flooding his system. That made him all the more aware of the feeling of Marie-Claire rocking back and forth on his leg, of her stifled gasps and exclamations and of the hint of her sweet arousal in the air. It was all he could do to keep his mind on the life-and-death situation they were embarked in.

Another wave of harriers was launched at them, now assisted by jetpack-equipped pirates. Will let his instincts take over, firing off round after round at them, watching them explode in vivid red and orange fireballs. His hands knew their way around the body of a beautiful woman, too -something he tried to put from his mind. But he couldn't help himself from brushing Marie-Claire's luscious breasts as he twitched the controls or letting his hand gently rest on her thigh.

Each touch elicited new muffled sounds from the beautiful French girl, starting to heighten in pitch and fervour. As though playing a musical instrument, Will moved his hand here and there about her body, adopting the same rhythm as the guns. She squirmed and wriggled delighfully.

Events were moving to a climax. There was a crackle on the radio and Alice answered in between flustered pants. The RAF fighters were almost there. Just then, a sleek black biplane, a grinning deathshead painted on its side in gold, shot out from the underbelly of the Otto von Bismarck and made straight for them.

"I haff come for you, Wilhelm Silent", came the Baron's voice over the radio. Will locked the guns on the plane and prepared to engage.

 

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Marie-Claire was not nearly as good at shooting the pirates as Will, especially since he continually distracted her with his occasional touches. But she was able to shoot down quite a few which only added to her arousal. But when the Baron spoke over the radio, her blood ran cold.

Will needed to focus all of his attention and she would do what she could to keep the harriers and jetpack riders away. She prayed the REF arrived in time. She squared her shoulders and strafed a harrier sending it down to the sea leaving a trail of black smoke.

 

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The Baron's biplane flew at them. It was a match for the Incorruptible, making up in raw power for the British plane's sheer speed. Bursts of gunfire flashed and boomed like lightning in the clouds as the German and British fighters circled each other and darted around one another, tried to lay traps and ambushes among the clouds.

Alice was at one with her machine, intimately bonded with it and as responsive to all of its judders and hums as Will was to Marie-Claire's little shivers and soft gasps. The dogfight was causing her to grind harder and harder on Will's leg, her pert derriere sliding back and forth on his lap. She was biting her lip, her breath getting higher and higher. Their pilot was now shifting almost constantly in her seat, her lips slightly parted and a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

The Baron was a canny pilot but his eagerness, his absolute need to crush Will Silence, at last outdid him. It was almost as though the three in the Incorruptible read each other's minds. Alice made it appear as though she'd bungled a turn, and the Baron's plane leapt forward, guns blazing. At which, Alice speedily rolled the plane over and Will and Marie-Claire fired from either angle, catching the Baron's plane in a deadly web of crossfire and, smoking, it fell downwards.

The cockpit rattled and juddered as the machine guns fired. Alice closed her eyes for a moment, her full mouth wet and open. Will adjusted the radio, unsure what if any last message to send the Baron.

"Oh... oh my!"

That might have to do.

 

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((LOL, that last bit really made me laugh!))

Marie-Claire released gun controls after the Baron's ship went down. She balled her hands into fists and stuffed them between her legs rocking against them. She shuddered once very strongly, "Sacre Bleu!" She gasped. She leaned back against Will's broad chest with a sigh and cast a glance at Alice. Was fighting always so sexy? She did not know if she could wait until the plane landed and she and Will found a private spot somewhere.

If she could get out of this pirate's flight suit, she'd have him take her right here and now, and bugger Alice's British sensibilities.

She tipped her head up to kiss Will. "We got the son of a dog!" She beamed at him.

 

[Maka]

Will returned Marie-Claire's kiss fiercely, enjoying the feeling of her fresh, wet lips against his own. He could tell that their victory had left her with the same insatiable craving as it did him. She shivered at the touch of his lips, her eyes closed and her face flushed.

"That we did, kiddo," he told her. "And it looks like the cavalry has arrived."

The skies were filled with RAF planes now, and a white standard was being hauled on to the Otto von Bismarck.

"Back to dear old Blighty?" Alice asked. Her face was now under control, but she still held the controls in a white-knuckle grip.

Will grinned.

"Sure thing. There's something we'll have to talk about later -I think the Krauts have Blackout. But for the moment, I think Marie-Claire and I have earned some R&R..."



[I was thinking we could start the next episode with your next post, in the promised hotel room?]

 

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((Sounds good. I forget to tell you that in another thread, my char called out Will's name instead of the male char in that RP. I didn't realize it to fix and my char had to roll with it, so clearly my relic hunter had a tryst or two with Will sometime in the late '20s ))

Will insisted to the Air Chief Marshall that debriefing could wait. The man was not happy about it but what could he do? He offered them medical care and rooms to relax in on base, but Will explained he had promised the best hotel to Marie-Claire, who smiled sweetly at the man. She was too adorable in her overlarge pirate jumpsuit for the Chief to say no.

So he supplied them with a car and driver to take them into ((London?)). All the way, Marie-Claire had her hands on Will, his chest, his thigh. She kissed him passionately and was practically in his lap. She pondered stripping off her clothes and his then and there, but she noted the driver checking the rear-view mirror frequently and found herself becoming a little shy. As much as she wanted him. She would wait. It would make their union all the better.

((So unless you do want some backseat action...)

They entered the hotel lobby. The staff eyed them suspiciously in that supercilious way of those in service industries. Will spoke to the concierge, probably explaining their clothing and lack of luggage, while Marie-Claire waited impatiently with her fingers laced in his.

Will was given the key and they went up to the top floor, the bridal suite? she wondered.

Once inside the door, she was on him. Her ardour had not cooled much since their harrowing plane ride with Alice. She kissed and nipped at Will while she wrestled with his jumpsuit.

 

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(ha, that's too funny. Nice to know Will makes an impact )


The ride south to London was a sweet torment. Marie-Claire kissed and fondled Will passionately, running her hands all over his hard body. A guilty little smile flickered across her face as she noticed the driver enjoying the show that the lovely Parisienne was putting on, but even then she seemed hardly able to contain herself, kittenish little mewings slipping between her lips every time Will kissed her.


He'd chosen the Ritz. The haughteur of the staff was hardly diminished by their guest's flight gear and lack of luggage, but Will cut through the formalities and rented the most luxurious suite they had in a matter of moments. Ignoring the elevator (even so close to privacy, that enclosed space might be simply too tempting) and chased each other up the stairs like children, although with far from innocent motivations.

Will barely had time to take in the old world grandeur and luxury of the rooms before Marie-Claire was on him, her plush lips pressed insistently against his own, her head flung back. One little hand was twined around the back of his neck, the other fumbled with the straps and buckles of his jumpsuit.

Will's own hands were busy. He slipped one beneath her suit and worked his way down her back, letting his hand knead and massage her slender back until finally they reached her firm, tender ass. It felt amazing. He clamped an iron grip on it and brought her, with a pleased little squeak, up to his chest, letting her fold her long, lovely legs around his waist.

His other hand had been undoing the buttons of her flight suit. Now it gaped open, revealing her extraordinary breasts, barely contained with the bra and already bouncing buoyantly. His fiercely loving, fiercely lustful gaze travelled up to that lovely face, so delicate, so beautiful, so expressive in all its moods and whims. The deep blue eyes were clouded with lust now, the fine cheekbones flushed in anticipation of pleasure. And pleasure he would give her, more pleasure than her young life had ever known before now.

At first, his kiss was delicate, light as the touch of a feather. He slowly allowed it to deepen, matching the hunger in Marie-Claire's eyes, letting his tongue into her mouth, enjoying her fresh, strawberry taste. He let his free hand encircle her and then slowly moved the hand on her rear end to between her legs.