Your final decision is fairly obvious- try to outrun the jets. You have virtually no hope in destroying them in combat, but you have a slim chance of outrunning them. Flicking switches and adjusting knobs, you put the plane into full stealth mode and barrel roll to the left, towards Africa.
Although you don’t quite have a destination in mind, you want to go somewhere remote. You don’t have time to deliberate on where to go, however, since you’re wholly focused on your visual cameras.You have turned off all forms of communication and all outward sensors except for your visuals, since they can be tracked with sophisticated sensors.
Looking at them, you see that you’re just barely outrunning the the jets. Even though you’re speed is slightly lower than theirs, they are traveling off-course, and so you are able to gain a slight lead over them, the distance between you and them widening. After several minutes of adrenaline fueled waiting, you see that they have given up on the chase. You’re practically impossible to track at this point, and you decide upon heading towards Uganda.
You know people in the region from your training, and most of them are likely to keep your mouth shut. However, a warning light in the corner of your vision suddenly begins to blink on and off. It appears to you that you’re running out of electricity, of all things. You switch on the generators, which burn fuel to provide electricity. It will shorten the amount of time in which you can fly, but this plane is designed to stay aloft for days, so you should be fine, especially since you started the journey from China with a full tank.
A few hours later, you land on an empty field, close to a city that is essentially a base of operations for Hydra. You figure that with your powers, you would be able to make some sort of a temporary alliance with them.
Only minutes after you land, you see a small convoy of trucks approach your plane. Out steps a couple of guards in their distinctive green uniform, and the smoking hot Valentina Allegra de Fontaine comes out behind them.
You exit the plane, and walk up to Valentina. She smiles seductively at you, and you kneel in front of her, kissing her outstretched hand. She giggles slightly, and you offer to meet with her inside your plane. To your surprise, she agrees, but whispers in your ear that it’s “for the privacy”. The two of you walk side by side, and you snake an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to you. The black-haired beauty does nothing to resist you, and you take her into the conference room.
“Here’s my offer- if you’ll have sex with me at least once a day, I’ll let you stay here with me as long as you want,” Valentina says as soon as both of you are seated. You raise one eyebrow at her forwardness, but you don’t mind it, not at all.
“Well, let’s start by securing today, shall we?” you say back, and she lustily pulls you in to a deep kiss with her. Your needy hands wrap around her ass, and you feel her large breasts push into your chest.
The two of you eagerly strip, her lingerie falling off smoothly while you take of your casual clothing. Her full B-cup breasts and her perky ass jut out, and the two of you grind into each other.
“I didn’t know you were still part of the Hydra,” you say, hands playing with her breasts, and she shrugs. You lay her down on the table, and gaze down upon her slick pussy, while sliding on a condom that you kept in your pocket. This should be fun, you think to yourself, and you slowly sink down into her warm cunt. Her tight cunt wraps around your cock, squeezing it with expert precision, and you groan, sliding in and out of her.
The two of you need a more rough coupling, romance be darned, and you plunge rapidly down her hole, moving faster and faster. You’re soon a blur, the slick sensations driving you crazy.
“Lucius,” she moans, yearning for more, and you suck on her nipple, playing with her other breast, and she moans again. You hit her g-spot, and she arches beneath you, humping you deeply, and your balls slap against her. Once her orgasm subsides, you cum yourself, ejaculating into the rubber, and the two of you let out feral cries of pleasure.
You extract yourself from her, tossing the condom into the trash, your powers still intact, and the two of you dress. As the two of you walk out the plane, and back towards the convoy, you discuss the actual specifics of your stay. As you approach the guards, they take one look at your rumpled clothing and flushed expressions, and they smile knowingly.
Soon, they leave, and you decide that it’s about time you took care of your household “chores”. |