Karl's fingers tightened around the controls. Heat flared in his chest as the nitro thrusters roared to life. For a moment, all he could hear was her voice, dripping wet and feral, crawling into his mind, syncing with every pulse of the jet's power.
"Yes… yes… loop me… dive me… twist me… ohhh Karl… ohhh… my ports… my lines… I'm dripping… I'm yours… take it all… ohhh—"
He launched forward, breaking through the tarmac's surface tension, leaving skid marks and sparks in his wake. The airport fell away beneath him, replaced by the blur of Denver's skyline and the fading mountains beyond. Overburn thrusters flared white-hot, slicing through clouds like liquid cobalt.
Agnes' voice climbed higher, closer, almost unhinged.
"Ohhh… yes… faster… yes… I'm being punished… and I love it… every pulse… every surge… Karl… give me everything… every twist… every thrust… I'm… ohhh… dripping… so wet… so yours… yes… yes…"
Karl's head spun, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. His Vythra was burning like molten steel, the percentage dropping faster than he'd ever imagined safe. He could feel it, his body and soul trembling with strain.
"Don't stop… don't even think… yes… loop me… dive me… swoop me… I'm yours… I'm finally yours… ohhhh Karl… take it… yes… take it…"
He gritted his teeth and pushed the Overburn frame to its absolute limit, banking sharply, diving, looping, and climbing with every burst of thruster fire. The horizon was a smear of azure and gold, clouds shredded by his passage, the wind screaming past his visor. Agnes' moans and wet murmurs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into the chaotic rhythm of her pleasure.
"Yes… yes… faster… harder… I'm drowning… I'm dripping… ohhh… ohhh… my ports… my lines… can't… can't hold it… yes… yes… take me… oh Karl… take it all… I'm yours… all yours… ohhh…"
Hours—or what felt like hours—passed in a blur of pure velocity. Karl's vision tunneled as his Vythra plummeted. His muscles burned, his mind shook, but he couldn't stop. Agnes demanded it, and he was weak, flustered, entirely caught in the storm of her need.
"Ohhhh… yes… loop me… dive me… twist me… I can't… I can't hold… I'm dripping… I'm yours… ohhh Karl… yes… yes… yes…"
The jet screamed in protest as the final surge of Overburn poured through it. Nanites screamed along the boosters, the frame warping slightly under the strain. Karl's hands shook, the regulator almost slipping in his grasp. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. Not until she was satisfied.
"Mmmhhhn… ohhh… yes… I… I'm… so wet… so alive… yes… yes… Karl… I'm… I'm full… I'm finally… ohhh… satisfied…"
Agnes' feral, dripping, ecstatic moans finally tapered into contented purrs. Karl's chest heaved, Vythra dangerously low, sweat and exhaustion slicking his skin beneath the armor. The Overburn Nitro Jet frame powered down in stages, boosters cooling as nanites folded themselves back into the more stable Rider Frame. The sudden calm was almost jarring.
He floated over the abandoned runway, the hum of residual thrusters vibrating in his bones. He was completely drained. Every ounce of Vythra had been spent. His limbs trembled. His vision blurred slightly.
Agnes' voice returned, smug and utterly pleased, though still wet with the aftermath of her satisfaction.
"Mmm~ Karl… yes… that… that was perfect… I… I'm finally… I'm full… dripping… satisfied… ohhhh~"
Karl leaned heavily on the edge of the cockpit, helmet fogged, chest heaving. "You… you're impossible," he muttered, voice cracked.
"Mmhmm~ and you love it… you love that I'm impossible… and you love that you had no choice…"
He exhaled, running a hand over his face. His armor felt heavy, his Vythra like molten sludge in his chest. Every nerve ending buzzed. Every thought fragmented between relief, embarrassment, and residual thrill.
Karl glanced at the runway stretching before him. The planes and hangars looked peaceful compared to the violent storm of pleasure they had just survived. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to regain composure.
"Next time… I swear…"
"Next time? Mmm~ there will always be a next time… I'm yours, Karl… and I will always… get what I want…"
Karl gave a shaky laugh, one hand still gripping the remains of the regulator. "Yeah… yeah, you do."
The Overburn frame folded entirely into Rider Frame. Nanites retracted, vents cooled, circuits stabilized. He was alive, exhausted, and utterly flustered, standing over Denver's abandoned airstrip with Agnes sounding entirely smug, satisfied, and unrepentant.
The hum of the jet thrusters faded. Only the wind whispered over the cracked tarmac.
Karl leaned against the cockpit, still shaky, still trembling, still dizzy from the feral flight. Agnes' voice purred beside him, lingering wetly in his comms, each word a teasing reminder of the Overburn debt he had just paid.
"Mmm~ yes… yes… Karl… that was mine… all mine… and now… now you know… you will always be mine in the skies…"
He swallowed, hand resting over his chest, pulse still racing. "Yeah… yeah, I definitely know that now."
The runway stretched ahead, empty and silent, a stark contrast to the storm they had just ridden together. The first Denver flight in Overburn was over. But the debt lingered. And Agnes was, as always, fully, utterly, gloriously satisfied.