Sam awoke in a groggy state. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and opened them back a few times until his doubled vision straightened out.
What had happened? The last thing he could remember was a voice over the intercom telling them to stay put. Then the room had begun to shake him about until he must have hit his head hard enough to pass out. He scanned the small room. Papers laid all over the place from Sheri's satchel and...
"Sheri," he shouted in a sudden panic. What would he do if something happened to her? She was the love of his life. It didn't matter if she didn't see him that way. All that mattered was her safety. "Sheri, where are you?"
"Over here," he heard her voice call back with frustration dripping from her tone.
He stood up and almost fell back over. He had to hold himself up against the wall with an upraised hand until he managed to get control of his balance once more.
With his balance again in control, Sam rushed over to the other side of the bed where Sheri's voice had called from. He found her lying against the wall holding her head. Her beige dress was ripped in a few spots and her long light brown hair had dried blood in it. He dashed over and dropped to his knees by her side.
"Oh my god," he gasped as he looked her over for breaks, cuts, and bruises. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine Sam," she said, pushing herself up to a sitting position. "We need to get the pack, Sam."
Sam looked around the room and finally spotted the survival pack that he knew she was talking about. It was the first one that he had packed. The one for her. He jumped up and ran across the room to grab it.
"It's here," he called as he turned to return to her.
Sheri had already gotten to her feet and walked over to the bed. She was picking papers up and hastily shoving them back into her satchel. He dropped to the floor and began helping her pick the loose pieces of paper up.
"We have to hurry," Sherri said as she slammed her satchel shut and twisted the latch before cursing. "The latch is broke."
"I'll carry it," Sam offered, reaching out for it but Sheri shook her head.
"No," she said turning back to him. "You're going to have to carry me."
"I thought you said you were fine," he asked looking her up and down again. She didn't seem to be walking with a limp. In fact, she seemed to be in better shape than him.
"I am fine," she said. "You remember me telling you about an island we're going to see on this trip?"
"Yes," Sam said feeling quite confused. "You said we'd be stopping by some remote island for your study."
"That was true," she said, setting down on the edge of the bed and looking up at him. "There are some things I haven't told you. I couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell anyone. All of my research and hard work has led to this moment, Sam. I believe we have made it to our destination."
Sam was confused. Maybe she hit her head harder than she would like to have admitted. Sheri, seeing his confusion, reached into the broken satchel and pulled out a map.
"The maps I had you memorize are labeled just incorrectly enough to keep any prying eyes from seeing it as anything other than what I want them to see."
"You mean the maps aren't for a resort you're planning on building?"
Sheri averted her eyes and shook her head.
"You never intended to make me manager of a resort at all," Sam asked, feeling quite insulted. "Why wouldn't you tell me? I only wanted to do it for you, Sheri."
"I know," she stated as she stood up from the bed and looked him in the eyes again. "I know of your feelings for me and that is why I chose you for this trip. There are things that we are going to have to do that requires some of that."
"Some of what," Sam asked scratching his head.
A loud thump came from somewhere outside of their room and Sheri grabbed him by the arms to pull his attention back to her.
"You have to fuck me," she said in a quiet rush. "I know it sounds crazy, but you have to trust me on this."
Sam backed away as Sheri hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties off in a rush. She gestured for him to come to her, but he kept backing away. Was she damaged worse than he thought by the storm? He wanted nothing more than to bed her, but not in this unethical way. He refused to take advantage of the love of his life.
"If you don't fuck me right now then we may both be dead within minutes," she whispered as she stepped toward him.
She grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled them down to reveal his erection to her. Her eyes fell on it and a slight smile grew across her lips. She looked back up to his eyes and placed an arm over each shoulder.
"Impressive," she whispered to him.
A loud crashing sound came from just outside their down and Sam could swear he heard a low growl follow it.
"Now," Sheri said, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist.
He wanted to pull away from her and save the woman the embarrassment of what she was doing once her mind was right, but the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing against the top of his dick was driving him crazy. She reached down and he could feel her hand push his cock up until the tip was pushing against the lips of her cunt. She lowered her hips until he felt himself slip inside of her.
"There you go," she whispered in a slight moan just before she looked back toward the door. Whatever was growling seemed to have grown silent. "It's working. It's really working."
"What's working," Sam said, loving the warmth of her insides around him. "Please explain what's going on."
"Later," she said, snapping her head back to him. "First you need to grab the pack and get us to the captain's cabin."
"Ok," Sam said. He started to pull her off of him, but she squeezed her legs to hold herself in place.
"We have to be having sex," Sheri explained with a frown. "The entire way. We can't stop or they will kill us."
"You want me to have sex with you across the entire deck," Sam asked incredulously. "What if someone sees?"
"That doesn't matter anymore," she stated as if it should be common knowledge. "If anyone is out there and not having sex, they are either dead or taken. Just trust me on this, Sam. Grab the pack and let's get the fuck out of this room."
Sam bent down, picked the pack up and tossed the strap over his shoulder while Sheri clung onto him. Her pussy felt amazing as it began to squeeze his cock in the rhythm of her heart. It was increasing. She must be enjoying it as well. He stepped toward the door and after a long, deep breath opened it to step into the hallway.
A strange creature stood at the end, blocking his exit of the living areas. Sam eye the creature up and down. It had a dragon-shaped head and large wings, but the body of a massively muscular human.
"What the hell is that," Sam asked as he looked down to Sheri. She had her torso twisted so she could see the thing. She didn't look away from it.
"That is why we need to remain having sex," she explained. Her tone sounded more of awe than fear. "Let's keep moving. It can't see us."
Sam carried Sheri and the pack down the hall toward the beast. As he got closer, he noticed the things massive penis hanging down below its knees as it scanned the area. She was right in that it didn't notice them. He managed to squeeze him and Sheri between it and the wall to the open deck.
