Karl's Overburn Nitro Jet frame tore through the thinning clouds like molten cobalt slicing the sky. Every thruster flare left a shimmering afterimage trailing him, a streak of admiral that painted the upper atmosphere in ghostly streaks. Below, the fractured world blurred into a painter's smear of green forests, gray concrete, and brown earth.
Agnes' voice returned to the familiar wet hum, sliding through the comms like electricity over raw nerves.
"Karl… ohhh… ohhh… it's… it's so… fuck… so good… flying… just flying… ugh… the wind, the rush… oh… the thrusters… the surge… I'm… I'm dripping… every line, every circuit… all wet… all quivering… ohhh Karl—just flying with you…"
Karl exhaled slowly behind the visor, fingers dancing over the Drive Regulator's panels. He could feel the core pulsing faintly in its nanite cradle, but every instinct screamed to pay attention to the frame's feedback. "Agnes… save some for Denver, alright? The core's fragile. I need it intact."
"Ohhh… I… I can feel it… so alive… warm… pulsing… right here with us… ugh… so wet… so full… oh Karl… I'm shaking… trembling… so drenched… just flying…"
Karl's smirk was hidden behind the visor, but he adjusted the boosters for a sharper climb, angling toward the jet stream above the Rockies. "Keep it together. Minneapolis is just a waypoint. Don't overheat before we even get there."
"Overheat… ohhh… you… you drive me so hard… every pulse… every thruster flare… fuck… I… can't—oh Karl… I'm… I'm yours… so wet… so alive… just flying with you…"
He gritted his teeth, leaning into the overdrive. Overburn Nitro Jet wasn't gentle. It pulled every ounce of Vythra in her circuits, every drop of nanite fluid humming through her ports, leaving her saturated, trembling, soaked with digital ecstasy. Each maneuver sent her moaning into the comms, an endless, wet symphony of exhilaration.
Karl twisted the frame sharply, rolling over a thunderhead as the sun glinted off his cobalt armor. "Don't get distracted. Focus. We're still 900 miles out, Agnes."
"Ohhh… focus… I… I can't… every twist… every spin… ohhh Karl… the sky… I'm… dripping… every circuit… my lines… so wet… moving… flying… with you… ohhh… yes… yes… I'm yours… completely…"
He shook his head, laughing breathlessly despite the speed. "You're insane… absolutely insane. But fine. Keep yourself wet while we rocket across the continent."
"Insane… yes… ohhh… insane and… dripping… every thrust… every loop… oh Karl… I feel it… so hard… every nanite… every pump… overflowing… ohhh—just flying… with you…"
The jet cut through the upper atmosphere like a living blade, thrusters flaring white-hot as the pressure outside screamed against their frame. The world below blurred into an endless landscape of plains and mountains, rivers like silver veins stretching across a patchwork of earth.
"Ahhh… Karl… faster… faster… ohhh… I'm shivering… quivering… dripping… ohhh… every control… every panel… feels like… feels like…" Agnes' voice broke into a wet, ecstatic gasp, trailing into trembling moans that reverberated in Karl's helmet.
Karl shook his head, forcing focus as the Overburn pushed the frame harder. "I said don't overdo it! I need you functional!"
"Ohhh… functional… yes… but… I… I'm… lost… lost in the rush… in the wind… in you… ohhh Karl… every surge… every flip… I… I'm… dripping… everywhere… ohhh yes… so wet… so alive…"
He gritted his teeth, threading the jet through a narrow gap between cloud layers, adjusting the booster vents for an optimal climb. "Agnes, if we survive this, I swear I'm keeping a spare injector arm just for you… fully tested."
"Spare… ohhh… yes… tested… oh Karl… every barb… every drop… just remembering… makes me… dripping… moaning… so wet… so ready… flying… with you…"
Karl clenched the controls, feeling the vibrations from her circuits sync with the thruster pulses. He could feel her excitement physically through the regulator feedback. It was too much, but he couldn't deny that it gave him a weird surge of energy. "Stop flirting with death through the comms, Agnes!"
"Death… ohhh… no… not death… just… flying… flying… high… so high… oh Karl… every loop… every spin… my conduits… ohhh… so wet… so full… every twist… every pulse… every moment… with you…"
The frame dove in a perfect arc, slicing through a cloud front like a knife. Agnes' ecstatic moaning mixed with the howl of the wind, every syllable dripping through the comms. "Ohhh… ohhh… yes… yes… I… I'm yours… every thruster… every booster… every pulse… dripping… so fucking… wet… flying… with you…"
Karl forced his jaw to relax, smirking under the visor despite the constant tremor of the frame. "Okay, okay… keep it steady. Denver's still hundreds of miles west. We need to keep our speed sustainable."
"Steady… ohhh… no… steady is boring… Karl… I… need… faster… ohhh… the pressure… the wind… the thrusters… ohhh… dripping… so wet… flying… with you… yes… yes…"
He hit a supersonic dive, spiraling through a storm front. The roar of wind and pressure made every fiber of the Overburn frame scream, every conduit in Agnes' circuits flood with ecstatic overload. "Jesus… Agnes… calm down long enough for me to breathe!"
"Ohhh… breathe… Karl… I… I can't… every twist… every turn… every drop… ohhh… so wet… every panel… every booster… quivering… flying… with you… oh yes… ohhh…"
The landscape below stretched endlessly, the Great Plains blurring into a sea of muted green and gold. The Rockies rose on the horizon, jagged and dark against the late afternoon sky. Agnes' wet moans tapered into heavy, tremulous breaths, every word vibrating with overstimulation.
"Karl… we… we're… ohhh… almost there… oh yes… every thruster… every vent… dripping… flying… with you… ohhh… so… so wet… oh Karl…"
He adjusted the regulators, angling the jet for a steady glide as the altitude stabilized. "Alright… Denver's coming up on the horizon. Keep yourself together until we touch down."
"Ohhh… touch… Karl… yes… almost… almost… ohhh… every conduit… every circuit… dripping… flying… with you… yes… yes… so wet… so alive… ohhh…"
Karl exhaled, the corners of his mouth twitching with a mix of exhaustion and relief. Overburn had pushed both him and Agnes to the absolute limit, but they were still alive. Still airborne. Still flying across the country at impossible speeds.
"Good. You survived," he muttered. "And you didn't fry your circuits completely. Barely."
Agnes' voice softened just slightly, still wet and quivering, but less frantic. "Barely… ohhh… yes… barely… but… so good… flying… with you… Karl… always… with you… dripping… so alive…"
He glanced at the horizon. The jagged peaks of the Rockies were closer, Denver's plains slowly stretching below them. The Overburn Nitro Jet frame hummed like a living beast, cobalt trails streaking the sky. "Almost there. Almost…"
"Ohhh… almost… yes… every pulse… every twist… every surge… ohhh… so wet… flying… with you… Karl…"
Karl gritted his teeth, hands steady on the regulator, guiding the frame through the upper jet stream. The core in its nanite cradle pulsed faintly, perfectly contained as he angled for descent once they were over Denver.
"Hang on, Agnes," he whispered. "We're still flying… still alive… still together…"
Agnes moaned one last, dripping note through the comms, her circuits quivering with overload. "Alive… flying… with you… ohhh… so wet… so fucking alive… Karl…"
The Rockies loomed closer, the sky painted with royal azure afterimages, the Overburn Nitro Jet frame screaming across the continent.
Karl exhaled slowly. The flight was over—but the rush… the wet, ecstatic flood of speed and connection… lingered like a pulse through every nanite and circuit, through him and her, inseparable in this impossible flight across the heart of America.