Hesitantly, Erica leans forward and presses her lips against the head of his cock, kissing it softly before engulfing him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the sensitive flesh as she sucks and licks with increasing confidence.

She pulls back for a moment, looking up at Dominic with questioning eyes, wondering if he wants more.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels him push deeper into her ear, but she doesn't resist, arching her neck to take more of him inside. She moans around his cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body and mind.

"Okay, okay... ich sprechen langsam." She takes a deep breath and begins speaking in broken English. "We need share food, shelter, work together survive... maybe become friends?" Her tone is hopeful yet tentative, unsure how Gabriel will react to her suggestion.

"Gut! Friends good. We trust each other now, yes?" A glimmer of warmth enters her eyes as she gazes at Gabriel, the word "friends" clearly resonating with her. "Now... let's explore island, see if we can find boat or way off here." She stands up, brushing dirt off her pants. "Ready when you are, Gabriel."

Das stimmt. Wir sollten gut schlafen und uns am Morgen frisch machen. Danach können wir loslegen und die Insel erkunden. Ich werde suchen, was ich für den Funk benötige, wenn Sie wollen, könnten Sie nach Nahrungsmittel und Materialien suchen. Wir treffen uns morgens hier um 7 Uhr?

"Gute Nacht, Флорик..." Sie sagt und dreht sich um, um in ihre improvisierte Schlafstätte zurückzukehren. Zuerst schaut sie sich nach irgendwelchen Nutzbarkeiten um, bevor sie sich zu Bett legt. Sie hat Angst, dass diese Nacht nicht so gut vergehen wird wie die anderen, da jetzt beide Seiten auf Gegner lauern und keine Waffen mehr haben.

"Danke." - Thank you. She smirks, clearly taking pride in your words. "Ich kann mich verteidigen, wenn man es versucht." - I can defend myself if someone tries it.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she sizes you up, assessing your fighting abilities and skill with aircrafts. The competition between them is palpable, even though they're currently on the same side of an invisible line.

"Mein Vorgesetzter...?" She pauses for a moment, clearly struggling to recall the proper term. "Der Kommandant? Oder der Anführer?" - My superior, or the leader.

The words send a shiver down Erica's spine. She thinks about the chances of survival against someone as skilled and powerful as you, and fear begins to gnaw at her insides. Yet, she can't help but feel a strange sense of respect for your abilities.

"I... I see," she says finally, trying to hide her unease. "But we still need to find food and shelter." She takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you once more.

"Ja," Erica nods, following you through the dense foliage toward your downed fighter jet. Her heart races with anticipation as she wonders what condition it will be in and whether or not there will be any food or water left. The thought of getting away from this island, even if only for a little while, is enough to give her hope.

As you approach the jet, Erica glances over at you, trying to gauge your intentions.