The Unholy Three: Faith Or Flesh?

 A thunderously loud noise broke the night's silence over the northern sea. Struggling to remain afloat, one lone and unsafely small fishing boat, its once sturdy wooden skeleton now weakened and splintered, had been drafted far beyond its recommendations and spent the last three days arrogantly seeking to claim the many of the sea's sacred treasures, rare and valuable fish that only the bravest sailors dare to hunt, for food and wealth. Bouncing to and fro, large waves clash against the boat, causing its trio of residents to be tossed and jerked unnaturally about the narrow deck. Then, out of nowhere, the waters fell disturbingly silent as a clean, pale moon illuminated the slowly slumbering water of the northern sea, a stark reminder of the sea's unpredictable nature.

Two sailors, Johnson and Blake, congratulated each other on their premature success, cheerfully rejoicing over what they perceived as good luck; all the while, the third, Alek, doubted the supposed salvation that befell them. Alek, a young Russian male who had left his country and family behind to explore the world, feared for their safety. He stared at the bright illumination that spiraled out of the moon, a strange and eerie light that seemed to be a harbinger of something ominous. But it didn't last long. Before they could act, a thick, long fog bank rolled eerily over the surrounding waters.

" Bloody Hell!!" One of the others, his voice tinged with frustration, loudly groaned as he aggressively threw up his hand, " Can't see a God Damn Thing!!!"

" Johnson, quit your damn bellyaching!!!" the second sailor by the name of Blake snapped back, his voice tinged with urgency. "It's time we head back home. We can't afford to lose what we've worked so hard for, right, Alek?"

Alek responds with a simple nod of the head.

As the trio took the necessary steps and began to head back home, an uneasiness awoke within Alek's gut. He couldn't explain it - but it felt like someone unexpected was hauntingly watching them, secretly admiring his warm flesh and blood. For insurance, Alek looked back over his shoulder as if nothing was there. Just the still deep waters of the sea. How embarrassing to give in to such a childish thought. With a whisper of a gross obscenity, Alek lit up a cigarette to claim his nervousness. 

It was only a short hour's sail back to the mainland, but unbeknownst to the trio, they may never have reached such a peaceful setting.

Traveling at an unearthly speed to get ahead of the boat, swinging effortlessly within the cool-dark depths of the sea. Whispering through the night and intoxicating all shapes of life with a primal fear.

About twenty minutes passed when the trio began to hear a distressed chorus of tears call out from the fog. Splashing helplessly in the waters, the trio spotted a stranded female dressed in a long, pale, flowing gown. Not wasting any time, the trio sped the boat towards the Female and helped her on board. However, a strange urge befell the exhausted men after giving the Female a few moments to collect her. The blood in their veins increased in speed as they felt a warmth in their hearts, for each man desired her to have as their own. 

"Thank you," The Female spoke softly.

" Who Are You?!" All three men asked like inexperienced schoolboys.

" A Gift..." The female lustfully replied with two smooth, moist lips.

Upon hearing this, the men could not help but dream about having her as their own. So, like most greedy human desires, everyone thinks about who this Female is, firing their names off like immature kids on Christmas day. With a cheeky giggle and twist of her long crimson hair, the strange Female rose with two slender legs. She granted a swift peek at the smooth, rounded flesh that covered them. Stretching out her hourglass figure, the Female allowed her soft hair and thin gown to dance perfectly with the night's chilly breeze, allowing the trio to catch the sweet aroma of her intoxicating scent.

" Won't you join me for a swim?" The Female inquired as she turned towards the trio with animal lust and a playful wink of her lime-green eyes.

However, a sudden change reminded Alek of his weakening heart. Flashing images of his beloved lady back home, perhaps, saved his soul and preserved his loyalty and faith. 

" We will not!" Alek spoke abruptly to everyone there.

 " Does he speak for all here?!" The Female inquires with a burst of powerful and haunting laughter before flipping lustfully over the side and driving gracefully into the fantastic, watery realm of the sea.

Blake began to regain his senses while Johnson rapidly plunged into a state of lust. Hungry for her body and the experience of pleasure, Johnson raced off after her. Though like any good friend would do, Alek and Blake tried to stop him, but to no avail - ever still, the two soldiers readied themselves and a refined mixture of horror and anger.

Struggling to understand, Blake and Alek charged the boat with blind effort. They had no light or sight to guide them, only a mixture of fear and desire. It wasn't long before they heard drunken laughter—fueled by pain and pleasure from their friend's lungs —though they couldn't find the source. The surrounding area was pitch black and utterly devoid of any light. The two men stopped the boat dead when a feminine whistle whispered into their ears. Spinning around back towards the boat's rear, there she was. Sitting playfully upon her smooth legs and hips, she seductively blows a kiss at the two males.

Once again, the uncontrollable desire for lusting flesh crept into the hearts of Blake and Alek. Even still, Alek remained faithful to his beloved. Tightening his grip on the bronze locket, she gifted him many moons ago. A reminder of his promise, the bond he swore never to break, and the heart that would always be there for him. However, on the opposite side of the chessboard, Blake fell fast into the sins of pleasure and hunger. Quickening his breathing, Blake dashed towards the strange Female like the foolish child he grew up to be as he left Alek alone to watch.

Blake sat up next to the Female. She stopped singing and ceased styling her crimson hair. Sliding her slender arms over Blake's thighs, she moved along his belt and traveled upwards toward his chin, locking Blake's sight with her own orbs of seduction. After drawing him in for a few seconds, the Female gently rested her arms upon Blake's shoulders, leaning in and whispering into his right ear.

" May I appease your thirst?" 

" Uh... I guess... Sure!!!" The nervous words spilled out of the young man's lips.

After lightly biting Blake's ear, the female pulls away. Then, looking to the untrusting sea for an offering, she quickly finds one. Taking hold of a single, tiny fish, the female lifts it to her soft lips. She took a sharp bite into the fish's belly and granted herself a sip of its blood before handing it carefully to Blake. He looks down upon the Female's offering, then back at her - she smiles with approval. Blake gives a cracked and unsure smile as he grows uncomfortable consuming the bodily fluid. Arrogantly taking his chances, Blake tosses the offering back into the water without care. Without any control over his actions, Blake leaps onto the Female - he does not notice her displeased look after he arrogantly throws away her gift. Blake jumps onto the Female, but onto the Female - he does not notice her displeased look after he arrogantly throws. Yet, she plays along with him for a moment.

Then, they shot with a mischievous action. The soon-to-be-dead Blake moans and groans with enjoyment and lustful passion. However, despite her body moving in sync with his, she did not experience the same sensation. As she continued entertaining Blake's blind eyes, the Female shifted her body into a more dominant position. Grabbing his brown hair tightly within her fingers, the female bent his head down into her firm breast. Now, she moans with slight amusement.

" Oh, come on, sweety - don't resist me." She moans, " I promise to be gentle!!!"

Thrusting Blake's head deeper into her breast, cutting off his oxygen, Blake's body began to shake and rock violently as suffocation rapidly set in. Finally, as his death grew, the Female found pleasure as she wrapped her smooth legs around Blake's waist, giggling and moaning with such devilish delight. It was only a matter of time before Blake's body began limping. Once there were no signs of life, the Female aggressively slammed the dead man's skull into her chest. Creating a loud crack that shot long and loud into the atmosphere of the sea. Fresh-warm blood oozed across the Female's firm, cold breast. Finished, she tossed the corpse over the side like a spoiled child as she began to rise. Her hips shifted majestically from left to right, her arms stretched outwards with sweet relief as she bathed in sacred human blood. Satisfying her own sinful desires, the female thanks the pale moonlight in an unknown tongue and bows for acceptance. And then, she remembered someone before she returned to a comforting sleep and a soothing rest in darkness.

The Female turned her attention back towards Alek with confused eyes. She studies this male with great fascination for the briefest of moments. She felt a little impressed by his action, though she had no desire to spare him - instead, she decided to give him a fair chance at a simple game of fate.

Dripping with red bodily fluid from her person, the female walks towards Alek playfully. Their eyes lock hard onto one another's inner spirits, with Alek standing firm and unmoved by this lustful creature. With a gleeful tilt of her head, the female thrust her hands onto her perfectly rounded hips. Her deep crimson eyes fixed on Alek's clean blue as she circled and looked over this stubborn specimen. A profound silence whispered as the two beings remained frozen in a loop for several unnaturally long minutes. Til she came to an abrupt halt. A sickly tongue crept its moist head between her indigo lips as a mischievous idea awoke within her ghoulish mind. She stepped closer to Alek and placed her index finger upon his lips, though her advances kept her frozen.

Pleased with his telegraphed obedience, the Female sees the locket in Alek's left hand. Intrigued, she leans forward, taking hold of Alek's hand, and peels each finger back like an excited child on Christmas morning. The locket fell into the pale green palms of her hands. Spinning around with triumph and lust, she opens the locket. Inside was a small, faded photo of Alek's beloved; though she did not know her name, the Female reconsidered Alek's beloved's face. Filled with envy and anger, the female shuts the locket in a tight fist as she turns towards Alek. However, she had to test his commitment in a way that differed from that of his deceased friends.

Playfully spinning the locket, the female walks up to Alek. Silence returned for only a moment, then she leaned towards his left ear and whispered.

" How I'd love to have you! "she giggles with a twisted smile and drops into a disappointed voice. But... I know you do not feel the same about me!!!"

The Female sought one quick taste by furiously biting Alek's left cheek. However, Alek firmly refused her actions with a forceful push. Sending his demonic Female crashing to her bottom. Sucking the finger with delight, the Female knew she could not turn him from his loyalty and faith. Seeking comfort from the tiny blood she stole from him, the Female tossed the locket back at Alek with annoyed disappointment.

" Fine!!!" the female snaps as she spins to her feet and storms back towards the cold waters of the dark sea. Snapping as she turns, she takes one last glance of admiration and lightly kisses Alek before leaping overboard. However, as she leaves him behind, the female chants one final thing as she swims back into the darkness.

" I Hope Your Beloved is As Faithful to You as You Are to Her!!!"